Free Diddy! Did he do it? Apparently, that’s inconclusive. Did the fuck-ass Feds fulfill their function of formulating a foolproof or flawless plan to finish Diddy and force his life into a finale? Fuck no, they didn’t. Beating up and battering bitches because your inner beast is bothered by being bypassed or back-talked is bad and blameworthy. But being a bit of a batty boy, bargaining for “brain” and booty, and bathing in baby oil ain’t nobody else’s business. Isn’t it ironic how the most idiotic individuals insist on enjoying their ignorance without interruption but those same imbeciles are often the most openly opinionated and offensive? What I’m saying is, idiots instigate and intrude incessantly yet are often outrageously opposed to instigators and intruders. Make that make sense! Picture petty-ass podcasters and internet personalities who prefer their privacy but publicly pry and probe into people’s personal lives for popularity and a paycheck. Humans are horrible humans. Anyhoo, are y’all ready for another tickling and true story? So, back in 2014, I moved into a cozy and comfortable apartment complex right outside the Georgia countryside. And there were three black women working in the leasing office. I was curious but never confirmed that one of the women—a cute, college-educated chick from Griffin, GA—had a crush on me. Once, her and her cheery colleague laughed as they tried to lock me in the leasing office with them, and I’ve never been so uncomfortable in my life. Imagine suspecting that you’re being “secretly” stalked and surveilled by spooky spies or a secret society, and a stranger is seeming to stir up some shit or set you up for something. Whether fact or feeling, that’s what the situation sort of seemed like to me. I promise that I’ve never been paranoid, just precautious and proactive. But anyway, the Feds found a doppelganger of the darling debutante, and this one isn’t a tarot reader or Jesus freak. Click here to look at the lovely lookalike’s YouTube channel. Of course, y’all don’t know what said cute, college-educated chick looks like, but I do, she does, and so does the Feds. Honestly, if the hottie had the hots for me, the feeling was mutual, but she was for sure fucking with them folks. And now that y’all know that I knew, what the fuck are you going to do? “Hootie hoo… my White Owls are burnin’ kinda slow.” Does the idea of being an outcast unnerve you or make you feel unworthy? Solitude is my solace, and I’d rather retreat and ruminate than to run to inadequate and inferior incompetents for comfort or companionship. Everything ain’t for everybody, everybody ain’t for everybody, and most motherfuckers ain’t for me. If you’re paying attention, you may have realized that a group that I’ve repeatedly repudiated regularly rehearses their allusive responses to me. That act, among additional aggravating and asinine actions, is the really rational reason for the irreversible repudiation. For the record, I have a super sense of humor. In fact, the Feds’ egregious executive failures and foolishness are forever funny to me, for real. But what you foolish failures and your funny-acting flunkies ain’t gon’ do, is tell me how the fuck to feel about anything—let alone the shit that you’re starting and sustaining. Even a decent do-gooder who was drowning in desperation and delusion would be able to discern when their dedication and devotion to someone who’s shunning them is disturbing. I loathe liars like I love learning, which means I despise dishonesty like I desire data. Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because you don’t fuckin’ learn! Not to mention the fact that you’re living a lie. Freedom is possessing the power to proudly proclaim “fuck everything and everybody” just for practice or personal purposes. Still, my anti agents and acolytes attitude is appropriate because I ain’t the aggressor. I hope every fuck-ass Fed from here to the favelas falls ill, falters, and flatlines! Spell it with me, guys. S-o-o-n…
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