Back at it, if you wanna join. Again, apologies for all the notifications today. There was an error that got fixed though because of YOU
Robbie goes on an expletive filled attack on the former mod Kimmy complete with threats.
Well, as usual, it was a full-blown chit-show stream, thick with the sour reek of damp resentment, cheap conspiracy, and unwashed ego.
The flea starts by herself, then hauls Crookyman onto the panel like she’s dragging a waterlogged sack of grudges through ankle-deep swamp muck.
The flea begins by singing Happy Birthday three times.
(my ears bleed as if on cue)
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Crook, wearing his shirt number 2 in his rotation, appears to be in rare form, rare like roadkill left steaming in July.
He claims “he’s been doing a little digging since he woke up.’
When pressed further, we learn Crooky is digging not in turd-purgatory soil, but on the internet and into the man who came onto his property.
The Flea pretends she doesn’t know what he is talking about, but her acting lacks luster and finesse. It drops dead on the floor like a wet sock left in a gym bag for a week.
Crooky starts whining to the flea and the universe that “the man’s credentials don’t match up with things he has found.”
Crooky calls him an insurance adjuster and then changes his mind and calls him a ‘realtor appraiser,’ and then, like a Clockwork Orange, he...
