DSP's Tax Lawyer
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Just when he was about to break through with a successful book, he has to get a bunch of money together to pay off more debt
💪 Tough Guys Patrick Sean Tomlinson / @stealthygeek / "Torque Wheeler" / @RealAutomanic / Kempesh / Padawan v2.5 - "Conservative" sci-fi author with TDS, armed "drunk with anger management issues" and terminated parental rights, actual tough guy, obese, paid Quasi, paid thousands to be repeatedly unbanned from Twitter
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I think if they paid on behalf of patrick they wouldn't have to send him the money and could Just make a check out to him or pay pats lawyers directly.
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Merry Christmas to all and to all, enjoy prison!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the half-hovel
Was heard the click clacking of Rick writing his novel;
No stockings are hung in the place where he dwells,
Since Rick threatened to murder his child, Annabelle,
The children were nestled all snug in Ade's house,
Thanking God she escaped that fat drunken louse;
And I in my durag, with Nikkis legs parting,
Had just settled down for a long night of farting,
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from Ricks bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I sprung like a cat,
Tore open the shutters and snatched up my gat.
I scanned with my gunsights and as my gaze halted,
I inspected the contents of the garden Rick salted,
When, what to my blazed bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a fat faggot with bitch tits, with a case of light beer,
With that rusty green mustang, he thought was so slick,
I knew in a moment it must be fat Rick.
More rapid than eagles his curses they came,
Then he grunted, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Wrong, PRONGAY! wrong, MULLEN! and wrong, BERNARD MURPHY!
Wrong, GIBNEY!, wrong, JAVIER!, wrong again, LESLIE VARNEY!"
From the section eight housing where Rick is reviled,
His shouting resounded, "ENJOY PRISON, CHILD!"
As a mothers ears prick at a cry in the night,
And they rouse from their slumber to check on their sprite,
So up went the windows, from every house, who,
Had run-ins with fat Rick, and his gaseous wife too.
And then I detected a blue flashing beam,
And the sirens and screeches of the local swat team.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Off the bed Nikki came with a bound.
She was dressed in a brewers shirt, beer and snack specked,
And her teeth were all yellowed from years of neglect;
A couple of forties she held in her hands,
And she looked like a hobo struggling to stand.
Her eyes -- how they darkened, she heard a faint howl!
Her dull little mouth drew down in a scowl,
Her face took on the visage of a harpy,
As she watched Rick attack his own bike with a sharpie,
The stump of a penlight he held tight in his teeth,
And he frowned as he scrawled on the Triumph beneath;
He had a frog face and was horribly fat,
Though he consistently denied the reality of that.
He was obese and greasy, an unpleasant old fruit,
And I laughed when he started to holler and hoot;
He had dark piggy eyes and slouch to his back,
And I'd heard some dark rumors about his favorite snack,
The police closed in tight, and went straight to their work,
"44 swattings!" he screamed with a smirk,
And spotting a rookie, a female, quite young,
"Five fucking years!" he yelled, and he swung;
The sargeant sprang forth, to his team gave a nod,
And they bundled the fat man inside of the squad,
But I heard Rick exclaim, ere the police car was driven,
YOUR LIFE IS ALREADY OVER, STALKER. ENJOY PRISON!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the half-hovel
Was heard the click clacking of Rick writing his novel;
No stockings are hung in the place where he dwells,
Since Rick threatened to murder his child, Annabelle,
The children were nestled all snug in Ade's house,
Thanking God she escaped that fat drunken louse;
And I in my durag, with Nikkis legs parting,
Had just settled down for a long night of farting,
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from Ricks bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I sprung like a cat,
Tore open the shutters and snatched up my gat.
I scanned with my gunsights and as my gaze halted,
I inspected the contents of the garden Rick salted,
When, what to my blazed bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a fat faggot with bitch tits, with a case of light beer,
With that rusty green mustang, he thought was so slick,
I knew in a moment it must be fat Rick.
More rapid than eagles his curses they came,
Then he grunted, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Wrong, PRONGAY! wrong, MULLEN! and wrong, BERNARD MURPHY!
Wrong, GIBNEY!, wrong, JAVIER!, wrong again, LESLIE VARNEY!"
From the section eight housing where Rick is reviled,
His shouting resounded, "ENJOY PRISON, CHILD!"
As a mothers ears prick at a cry in the night,
And they rouse from their slumber to check on their sprite,
So up went the windows, from every house, who,
Had run-ins with fat Rick, and his gaseous wife too.
And then I detected a blue flashing beam,
And the sirens and screeches of the local swat team.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Off the bed Nikki came with a bound.
She was dressed in a brewers shirt, beer and snack specked,
And her teeth were all yellowed from years of neglect;
A couple of forties she held in her hands,
And she looked like a hobo struggling to stand.
Her eyes -- how they darkened, she heard a faint howl!
Her dull little mouth drew down in a scowl,
Her face took on the visage of a harpy,
As she watched Rick attack his own bike with a sharpie,
The stump of a penlight he held tight in his teeth,
And he frowned as he scrawled on the Triumph beneath;
He had a frog face and was horribly fat,
Though he consistently denied the reality of that.
He was obese and greasy, an unpleasant old fruit,
And I laughed when he started to holler and hoot;
He had dark piggy eyes and slouch to his back,
And I'd heard some dark rumors about his favorite snack,
The police closed in tight, and went straight to their work,
"44 swattings!" he screamed with a smirk,
And spotting a rookie, a female, quite young,
"Five fucking years!" he yelled, and he swung;
The sargeant sprang forth, to his team gave a nod,
And they bundled the fat man inside of the squad,
But I heard Rick exclaim, ere the police car was driven,
YOUR LIFE IS ALREADY OVER, STALKER. ENJOY PRISON!
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Nikki, time to pack your things, soon there will be another lady in the house.A rare interaction between Johnny Fallout and Fatrick
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The social media manager for Cloudflare has been untagging himself and CF from Fat and Jax tweets. Pat must be absolutely seeeeething right now. The second, better, domesticated debt has broken his brain
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since Pat paid Quasi the first time I didn't think I'd be able to share this art again but it's almost as relevant as ever
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Good on him. Cloudflare invited this kind of shit when they cut us off. Now they can deal with it.
DSP's Tax Lawyer
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Cloudflare has realized fatrick is full of shit and wants him to go away. Only Fatrick and Jackie care about his lies. Sucks to suck fat boy. Pay your debts to Quasi
Tiny Chinaman
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Its time to pay the piper big boy
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I'd pay to watch that.
I love living in a world where a 90 year old William Shatner literally went to space.
He talks like a fag and his shit's all retarded.
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Enjoy Christmas, stalkers. You have been instructed, many dozens of times, to have a holly jolly Christmas. Failure to do so constitutes felony Humbug.
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He thought Rekeita took the Julay from him
he can bench 250 lbs. I think he added his own weight and thinks it's him just raising his arms every morning
AutoClownMaker
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The enjoyment would come from taking the statements that the pests have an inside man (cousin was it?) who would let them know the date, time and place the family xmas party. Quasi then paid extra for the process server showing up at the party Pat won't be at with paperwork for Pat and then hands it to Nikki while recording the event.
This would be on top of Ms. Butt Legal deciding that doxing a daughter and the response is doxing all of her kids.
2023 award winner is Patrick by bringing in people like Ms. Butt Legal.
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