Tiffany Haddish (allegedly), tell the tender tyrants that it’s time to take a timeout, because this level of taking terrorism and torture too far is too much. Two days ago, Tiff took to a talk show to temporarily take the host’s spot, and she seemed to say shit that suggests she serves the sadistic Satanists. Dressed pretty in pink, the performative and passionate prima-donna posed a personal problem that plenty of people have probably been presented with, but one that we all know I know too well. And to partially prove that the punk-ass police are playing a part in this psychological warfare, it was in this clip of the goofy guest host where she speaks on something similar to a story that I’ve shared several times. Remember when I said that the bitch-ass badge boys keep bringing up bullshit? Well, that’s how they’re doing it. Then, in this clip, Tiff told a vibrant visitor that she’s “ovulating and looking for opportunity,” which isn’t an actual alliteration, but it’s close enough to attain my attention. And to make it even more fucked up, this isn’t the first time that the comedian has shared an experience that we coincidentally have in common. Hollywood is highly fucking weird! Speaking of films and fandom, a few of you fools could probably fool a few folks because you fake finely. As like I said before, the greatest actors are the best liars. Actors are primarily pretenders, and to play the part of a person performing another person’s personality and particular posture, you must practice pretending. Plus, to be a prime pretender, you must be fine with being fake as fuck in front of folks. Yet, if you’re not in a movie or television show, and you’re pretending to be proper, plain-speaking, and prudent as you lie like it’s your last role in life, how are critical critics going to receive said role? In other words, as soon as I set the scene so critics can critique the part you played in this crazy conspiracy, you won’t receive rave reviews—at all. In fact, I hope folks, feeling fierce from finding out about the fuckery and foolishness that fighters are facing, set flame to your foundations. Better yet, I’m likely to lead the way. We all know that I’m powerful and prolific enough to incite riots. What happens when a conspiracy is confronted with a clear conclusion? I’ll let you losers and lowlifes use your immense imaginations for that one. Continuing with the aforementioned analogy, as the only protagonist in the punk-ass police’s pitiful plot, I plan to play my part as appropriately and authentically as possible—with no pretending or prevaricating. I’d rather die than to deceive, especially considering the consequences that you charlatans will suffer for your chicanery, cruelness, and callousness. And since the alphabet assholes apparently have an affinity for “accidentally” assassinating folks that I’m fond of, I believe it’s possible that the bald-headed bitches are mightily misunderstood. Besides being butt buddies with the bitch-ass badge boys, the bald-headed bitches aren’t bad bitches. Of course, they’re still bitches, and I don’t mean bad as in “bangin’,” but bad as in beastly. Basically, they’re bitches but they ain’t the baddest bitches among bitch-ass niggas. There are some really bad bitches out there, like whoever is running this ridiculous, regrettable operation. And in that case, I mean bad as in bigtime bogus, base-level, bottom-feeding, ball-licking, bum-ass… just bad in the traditional sense. How many agents have gone AWOL to avoid this ass whooping? You’re afraid of me, aren’t you? You don’t have a clue what I’m capable of, do you? And you know that you’ve already lost, don’t you? I can’t wait to watch y’all watch me win, it’s going to be wonderful. When have words ever been enough ward off weak-ass weirdos, or even enough to warn them of the war that comes from waging one? Please, keep working on worsening your losses! And soon…
Omniscience