🐮 Lolcow Russell Greer / Mr. Green / Russell Greee / Russle / Brothel Prince / @ just_some_dude_named_russell29 / A Safer Nevada PAC - Swift-Obsessed Sex Pest, Convicted of E-Stalking, "Eggshell Skull Plaintiff" Pro Se Litigant, Homeless, aspiring brothel owner

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A Mel Brooks comedy set in a concentration camp?

Why hasn't that been done?
the closest he came was To Be or Not To Be. Which might be described as a Rom Com about trying to avoid the Concentration Camps.

Of course Mel always knew a bomb when he saw one. He spent WW2 as the guy who crawled in to disarm unexploded enemy bombs.
 
But where's the song release? You know, THE hot banger single that is THE sound of Summer 2025? Summer is almost over! Where is it, Russ? Where's the single? How can you have a song be THE sound of Summer 2025 when you haven't released it and Summer is nearly gone?
 
But where's the song release? You know, THE hot banger single that is THE sound of Summer 2025? Summer is almost over! Where is it, Russ? Where's the single? How can you have a song be THE sound of Summer 2025 when you haven't released it and Summer is nearly gone?
He just needs a publisher and some slammin advertising

HEY RETARD, DO YOU WANT A SONG THAT WILL LEAVE YOU CRIPPLED AND BEGGING FOR DEATH? STRAP YOURSELF INTO A MAID BED AND PUT 'She Don't Like Nice Guys' BY PARALEGAL GENIUS RUSSEL 'The Rusty Knife' GREER ON REPEAT AND LET HIS SWEET VOICE GUIDE YOU TO THE GATES OF HELL!
 
He just needs a publisher and some slammin advertising

HEY RETARD, DO YOU WANT A SONG THAT WILL LEAVE YOU CRIPPLED AND BEGGING FOR DEATH? STRAP YOURSELF INTO A MAID BED AND PUT 'She Don't Like Nice Guys' BY PARALEGAL GENIUS RUSSEL 'The Rusty Knife' GREER ON REPEAT AND LET HIS SWEET VOICE GUIDE YOU TO THE GATES OF HELL!
[GREER SCREECHING, SPITTING]
 
I assure you that most of them would much rather have someone attempt a Mel Brooks-style movie lampooning the entire event than the banal kind of rom-com Shitlips intends (and will fail) to make.
Too bad we'll never see The Day the Clown Cried (well at least not a finished one). I imagine the intentional and inadvertent humor of it would be through the roof.
I’m not saying you’re one of them, but most people don’t know the difference between sarcasm and irony.
Irony is, like, rain on a sunny day, man.
 
the closest he came was To Be or Not To Be. Which might be described as a Rom Com about trying to avoid the Concentration Camps.

Of course Mel always knew a bomb when he saw one. He spent WW2 as the guy who crawled in to disarm unexploded enemy bombs.
I remember that one. "Heil Hitler!" "Heil myself!"

ntional and inadvertent humor of it would be through the roof.
I would give a lot to be able to see that movie.

It's one of the things on my bucket list.
 
I remember that one. "Heil Hitler!" "Heil myself!"
Now I know where Chris-Chan got his idea:
Sonichu_Hitler.webp
I still don't believe he'll pay. He'll be hit with the show cause order, he'll argue that he shouldn't have to pay, the case will have to be dismissed for that reason and not any of the other multitude of reasons it should have already been dismissed, and he'll shell out the carefully-hoarded six hundred bucks to appeal to the Holy 10th Circuit again.
You missed the part where an outraged Hardin files in response, pointing out that Greeeeeeee told the court he could pay, and the court simply ignores Hardin.

My foolish optimism hopes the court orders the bank to pay Null what he's owed, and Russell wakes up $1500 poorer.
 
My foolish optimism hopes the court orders the bank to pay Null what he's owed, and Russell wakes up $1500 poorer.
You generally have to do your own collections. You need the judgment itself, then you need to file for a writ of execution, then you can pursue collection through the U.S. Marshals Service. Or depending on your preference, have the judgment domesticated in the state court where the debtor lives or has property, then do something similar. This is simplified and it can be hairy.
 
I imagine the sound of Russhole trying to sing would be indistinguishable from the sound of a recording from inside a toilet bowl of someone shitting their guts out with the worst case of diarrhea. Just lots of very wet splattery and fricative sounds.

I remember that one. "Heil Hitler!" "Heil myself!"

"Don't be stupid, be a smarty! Come and join the Nazi Party!"
 
I still don't believe he'll pay. He'll be hit with the show cause order
I still think he will, although maybe it'll be something like "The check's in the mail" when the check already should have been there, and the court will let that slide.
But I agree that if the story on Deadline Day is "Didn't pay, won't pay" we'll get that show cause order.
 
I will spend several dollars to buy your songs Russ. Please make your fans happy, they've been so patient already.

If this was a real offer rather than a facetious one, I would be forced to assassinate you to stop Crusty Rusty from getting his hands on those kind of funds. That kind of money in his hands could result in irreparable damage to our society, and possibly mankind as a whole, as well as Earth itself.
 
I'm sticking to my guns: he's going to pay, or at least get to enough of a "check's in the mail" state that they'll let him slide as a pro se retard, before the deadline.

Some time ago Russel Greer met up with a penpal that he had become acquainted with while they were back in high school. This penpal was from Czechoslovakia and due to growing up in the former Soviet state hadn't seen much of the outside world, so he was exceptionally excited at the opportunity to come to America and experience a completely different way of life. Although he was taken aback when first meeting Russ, this did little to dampen his enthusiasm to experience all that America had to offer. Being a devout and moral man he refused Greer's offer to take him to a brothel and instead insisted that they visit the zoo as the one in Prague had not yet achieved the prominence for which it is now regarded.

While at the zoo the pair saw many different animals and Greer's penpal friend was fascinated by the wide variety of species on display. What amazed him the most was the grizzly bear exhibit which contained a breeding pair of the animals. These were truly magnificent animals which had inspired fear and awe in men since Lewis and Clark brought tale of it back to civilization. Although there were bears native to the Soviet Union, they were not as impressive as the grizzly. Even the majestic Kamchatka brown bear could not be said to be half as grand as the American grizzly bear. Unfortunately in his state of excitement, Greer's penpal friend leaned too far over the railing and fell into the exhibit.

It took but a fraction of a second for one of the grizzlies to spring from its seeming state of torpor and set upon the man. So massive was the mighty grizzly bear that it devoured Greer's friend in a single bite. Russ flailed and screamed wildly to attract the attention of a zookeeper. Although they had difficulty understanding him at first, eventually they were able to determine what had transpired. "Which of the bears was it that ate the man?" one of the zoo keepers asked. Exasperated and not wishing to cause further misunderstanding on account of his facial paralysis Greer remained silent and instead pointed at the boar, the large male of the pair.

No sooner had he done so than one of the zookeepers pulled out a gun and shot the hulking creature dead on the spot. The other leapt valiantly into the exhibit and pulled out a large knife which he used to open the belly of the ferocious beast in one swift motion. However to the amazement of both keepers there was no man to be found. They quickly shot the sow and thankfully were in time to rescue to terribly frightened man from her stomach. You may ask why I've related this tale to you, but the moral of the story should be obvious: Never trust Russel Greer when he tells you the Czech is in the male.
 
If this was a real offer rather than a facetious one, I would be forced to assassinate you to stop Crusty Rusty from getting his hands on those kind of funds. That kind of money in his hands could result in irreparable damage to our society, and possibly mankind as a whole, as well as Earth itself.
Very true. Greee could Venmo several Instathots a dollar each with that sort of coin. Let's not encourage him.
 
Regardless, it took him five years to do a two year course. There's zero chance of him ever actually going to any kind of law school and passing.

Even if Greer gets pity passed through some diploma mill law school, there's no chance that he ever passes the bar. Even getting work as a paralegal is a dubious prospect given his growing portfolio of work as a pro se litigant.

The real funny thing is that a movie about a handful of idiot wannabe filmmakers trying to make “Always Yours” into a movie would make for a hilarious comedy.

Just dupe (or pay) some Africans into making it. The Movie Night crowd would love it.

 
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