20170129-2254. Soundbites between loudmouth and the devil. Dashie’s wife is a nine year old beaner, err, pooch.
Satan: Fuck you, Dashie! BB cool though.
Dashie: Okay, okay. That’s alright, though, as long as you think BB is cool.
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20170129-1224. The crazy reptilian bitch came late to Sunday morning mass. She sat alone without the old woman, a renter, TNT, whatever. I noticed that some parishioners are looking at the center aisle, third pew from the right, front-facing section. Usually she is present earlier with the old woman, who would sit nearest that center aisle, third pew.
The crazy Filipino bitch wore a gray suit and grabbed the position next to the Father Peter, who cut his sermon short due to my praying really hard to ‘bind these demonic principalities’.
The bitch sported reddened bald spot ALL along middle part of her crazy reptilian head. According to Ate Amy, she told Mom long ago that the three week hiatus of the crazy reptilian was due to a surgery.
Mom and I joked to each other if the surgery was to remove her crazy reptilian brain or cut out her cursed, nasty tongue. I think she is on chemo therapy for her sins. Mostly, I believe cancer is symbolic – a profound sin absorbed.
Last week, she also grabbed the position next to Father Dang. She paraded down the aisle and wore wearing purple suit with thick high heels. That crazy reptilian was eavesdropping last week, according to Dad. She said aloud that ‘you can’t afford to fix fence!’ Dad was talking to Bill the Chinese living behind our shared fence, which was blown down by the wind the night before January 19, 2017.
So a couple of days ago on Monday, we intercepted Bill who can speak broken English. Melody his wife cannot speak English well. Both are childless and have been good neighbors for the past 25 years. The crazy reptilian bitch living adjacent to us is evil and nasty. Her fence is ENCROCHING into our property. She must pay to fix the fence or we will complain. Do I make myself clear.
So Bill contacted a Vietnamese guy to repair our shared fence. Mr. Van is wealthy. At noontime, Bill, Mr. Van, and Dad discussed the repair, while Melody, Mom and I kept busy sharing fresh fruits and broken English.
Then Bill came over to our backyard and talked about how most of the USPS personnel are SAI, which used to be mostly Filipinos and a few Vietnamese and Chinese, too. He said that the blacks are lazy and other humanz would suddenly not show up for work due the stress.
He mentioned that when humanz are close to retirement, lots of work are given to these seniors. That a technique used by employers – rough up the employees and blame their poor work performance. I know. I’ve seen, heard, and experienced.
Anyway, Bill inquired about Shrimpsei’s CB device. I told him that it is to clean the skies twice. Then I said it was orgonite and orgone. So tonight I realized that I’m surrounded by agents. That would explain why my local church and its mostly Filipino infiltrators, including the pastor, are putting up with the crazy reptilian bitch living directly adjacent to us!
I’ve read somewhere that these priest are CIA agents. If that is true, then I’m not surprised why my complaint goes unheeded. Of course, my curse is upon them all. Sorry. But y’all will suffer just as she is for crossing my path.
Why? When I reported my problem to Father Joseph, he looked pissed. As for Father Mark G, he just smiles and allows this evil to destroy the church from within. Celia, Poi’s cousin, realized not to care anymore.
She was moved from the 1045 to the 1200. And this is probably due to conflicts with the scheduling brought by the crazy reptilian bitch. I noticed that an extra volunteer had to return to her seat because these stupid Filipinos don’t tell the crazy shithead to get off the stage.
I’m not surprised if California falls into the ocean, too, because these liberal progressives tolerate criminals and reptilians. Which brings me to what Trump said: We’ve got your backs! We’ve got your backs! That’s from the statues of reptilians shrouding human apes from behind! Ewww.
So once again, I’m surrounded by crazy and stupid humanz. For example, on 01/19/2017, Eufrocina died from stage four cancer. Her husband, Ferdie, didn’t notify us. We attempted to call them several times. Mom left an angry message why they don’t pick up the phone. Their reptilian bitch ass mother, Hely, abused them. So they blame us for their hurt feelings. Sounds familiar? Crazy!
So my curse upon them. Actually, the deceased one has craziness in her bloodline. Her brother is crazy and Christina her eldest daughter is crazy. She is too paranoid to drive behind the wheel. The late grandmother told us that Christina was screaming aloud when she was child, probably from a bad dream. But that from her crazy bloodline.
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20170126-1130. ‘Hi were happy you’re her, getting crisp updates, this might take a while back in a moment, just a moment.’ These are screen messages from my new HP Envy laptop. I should have shelled out two grands for a faster gamer laptop! This one is too slow for my multi-tasking, seriously!
20170122-0004. Soundbites unclear between loudmouth and the devil.
Satan: Fuck your niceness Dashie!
Dashie: No fuck you Satan! This is very important to Nathan!
20170120-1819. Around 0940 yesterday, downpour. Around 1350 and 1740 today, downpour. Picked up meds after work. Saw crazy bitch maroon Dodge caravan parked outdoors with garage opened. Garage closed. No sign of bitch.
20170114-1353. Unclear soundbite between loudmouth and the devil.
Satan: nobody want them shits!
Dashie: You are fucking liar, Satan. You said you ordered two of them!
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