The words fall from her mouth as she opens to speak ‘her truth’ like they are balls of wet chicken skin left out too long in a holler heatwave.
She swallows hard for another excitin’ (?) free-for-all night of discontent that flows freely from her flea veins, thick as sorghum syrup and twice as sticky.

She is vile; she is worked up once again as she winds up her narrative to feed the Wallowers and Followers, like a coon dog bayin’ at the moon for scraps.

She soon lets everyone know that Goober Gay-be is just “goody” in his 8x10 jail cell.

(Goody? What is she, 12? Lord have mercy, next she’ll be callin’ the jailers “Mister Policeman.”)

shudder

She quickly doubles down that the courts “did not offer Jeremy that property” and pounds home that she tells the truth, not Jeremy, poundin’ it harder than a blacksmith on an anvil with a grudge.

Fleasa complains that TUG made a post sayin’ she was in deep doo-doo now for lettin’ the cat out of the bag and compromisin’ any “talks” that were in the works.

She claims, “I actually talked to the lawyer today, and it’s not a secret, and I thought it was.”
She shifts her weight and spits out, “But I am not giving the details because it’s still not a done deal.”

The flea is adamant that “they” didn’t offer Jeremy the property. Nope, just the opposite. She claims Jeremy put the offer forward to the courts, like he was the one bringin’ the casserole to the potluck nobody asked for.

“He’s foaming at the mouth because he knows I know the truth,” she tells her audience of nimwits.

She laughs like an evil swamp witch who’s just found a fresh batch of toadstools and admits that all the contingent details still aren’t wrapped up, so she will stay mum for now, quiet as a church mouse with a secret.

She doubles down that all Jeremy does is lie and warns her viewers not to believe the man. She claims again that she actually “talked to and corresponded with these lawyers.”

(Is she actually braggin’ that she knows all the behind-the-scenes inner workings? Is she privy to confidential information? Honey, that ain’t insider knowledge, that’s just eavesdroppin’ from the outhouse.)

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She is a little miffed that Jeremy kept mentionin’ her name during his stream today, when in all actuality, she “didn’t hear a thing about her name during the hearing.”

She soon tells her Wallowers that she thinks they know more about what is goin’ on than Jeremy himself does. She warns that Jeremy has created a secret mission narrative, and in reality, “there is nothing there.”

Her words soon flow into complaints about what Jeremy is askin’ for in his subpoena.
“What’s he want, the flucking thumbnail?”

She growls that Germ already said he has every members-only video; “why does he need me to send them, if he already has them?”

She gets excited that she has actual notes that she took herself from the hearings.
As she begins readin’ her self-guided notes, her giddiness rises to a new level, higher than a green June bug on a screen door.

She complains that Germ says Liarnutz doesn’t go to her hearings, which is a lie because she was there and saw her with her own eyes.

When someone mentions that she “lives rent free” in Germ’s head, she giggles from her nether regions and adds “even TUG can’t shut up about me.”

(Lorty-bee, this woman sounds like a narcissistic bag woman livin’ down by the river…in a van…with the windows rolled up and the AC grifted from last summer.)

de-lu-lu

Her account of the hearing drones on and on without ever releasin’ any tidbits or morsels of substance.

She puffs out her ‘ample boobage’ to bolster her claims that Germ thinks if he gets the property, it will only hurt the flea.

She begins her fasty-fasty talk as she complains further about Germ and the ‘so-called contingency talks’ that are still in the works.

(I swear, the flea loves to butter her own biscuits of self-importance till they’re greasier than Goobers’ hair)

eye roll

“He says Liarnutz wants to make a deal, but if you think Liarnutz wants to sell you her property, you are crazy,” the flea sourly spits out of her mucus-slicked craw.

“The property is not seized as you said.”
She begins to stutter and spurt about how she doesn’t understand how people can still believe HIM.

(The flea claims she is still listed as a creditor even though she has not taken part in the hearings.)

eye roll

“As a matter of fact, since I am already listed, we will see what the court is gonna do about my subpoena thing.”

She triples down that “she is on the list of creditors, GERM! And you are just a potential.”
She begins to complain that “everybody thinks Liarnutz owes Germ money, but until all the cases are closed, “she don’t.”

eye roll

(Side note: she is either a master manipulator of the Wallowers and Swallowers, or they are dumber than stalks of celery left out to wilt in the hot August sun if they believe every word she pushes forth. Y’all ever seen a stalk of celery try to argue law? Same energy.)

The flea flicks her trusty Bic lighter and tells her Swallowers that while BK law is a little more complex than she is used to, she will only report on what she vetted herself.

uh sure

She growl-giggles that she “don’t know all the legal stuffs” about BK court.

She spits out another giggle and professes “that is why Germ brought in Lavigne, because even Shochet doesn’t know that much about BK law.”

(It’s called bein’ prepared and not bein’ so clueless that you have to hire a swirlie-headed bathroom wannabe who couldn’t find the courthouse with a map and a bloodhound.)

eye roll

“So, at this time, Liarnutz can sue the chit out of Germy Hales, so whatever she ends up owing him or whatever, he’s going to end up owing her a hell of a lot more,” she gurgles about “the potential creditor”

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“A hell of a lot more; he ruined her life. He made it so that she can’t do certain things like bringing in income and bettering their lives.” The flea pushes down the Swallowers’ greased-up throats.

“He made that entirely impossible, and every time she tries, he and his minions are on top of her,” she complains further.

“He’s ruined her life, 1000%,” she wails under her mucus mask of darkness.

(Well, how can that be if she hasn’t held a job since before time? Was it Germ that told the Pergatory People to go on Government assistance and mooch from every Tom, Dick, or Harry? Is the flea mad that ‘us minions’ can spot an internet grifter with ease? Honey, that ain’t ruined, that’s just Tuesday in the holler.)

lorty-bee

“The second she gets to sue him giggles MY GOD, it’s going to be crazy.”

She soon goes into a deep explanation of how Germ has only pushed more paperwork onto the courts and the Trustee is just collectin’ more and more fees as long as this goes on.

“What’s going to happen…what’s going on in all of this is, they want their fees, they want to get paid, and it’s all a waiting game.”

She mutters under her breath, “I really don’t know what is going on.”

(Gasp, did the flea actually admit she is clueless? Hold the phone and fetch the smelling salts, somebody mark the calendar.)

eye roll

Fleasa then quadrupled down on the idea that Jeremy is playin’ with their lives in a very major way. Her stutters rear up once more as she ‘hmms and haws’ and admits “no one knows what is going on.”

Soon, her mind starts playin’ tricks as she swirls around the idea that Liarnutz and Crooki-boi, or Germy himself, are in some sort of conspiracy to turn on the flea.

The flea is adamant “that with all the stuff Germ has said, Liarnutz is just clueless about it all.”

(Or is Liarnutz just playin’ dumb to appease the Queen Flea? Sometimes the smartest thing in the room is actin’ like you ain’t.)

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The flea digs deep from her bowels and begins to complain that Germ is tellin’ people that she paid for the Swirly-doo BK lawyer.

“Well, uh no, and I did not say that, and I did not say that Swirly-doo was loyal to me.”

She asks her audience if they ever heard her admit he was loyal to the flea, then digs in her crusted heels that “Swirly-doo is only loyal to Liarnutz.”

backtracking like a coon hound

She claims Germ is “making chit up,” and she never said Swirly-doo is loyal to anyone other than Liarnutz.

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The talk turns back to wonderin’ why Germ is a creditor and “They need to prove, if there are…”

She soon blurts out mid-thought that “Shochet is trying to get sanctions ON ME, and that is hilarious.”
Her laugh rolls through her Gar-tudio from corner to corner as she states, “I literally tried to talk to Shochet; I emailed him, and he ignored me.”

“He is trying to say that I bypassed some deadline, and he’s so full of chit,” she claims from her throne of deceit.

“If my service wasn’t valid, then I don’t have to follow any deadlines,” the flea lays out on her crumb-crusted timeline.

She goes into a big boned interpretative dance that “just because she saw the papers on her patio, she wasn’t actually served.”

She begins a speech about how everyone is entitled to due process and that a subpoena has to be served on the actual person.

(The bull-chit keeps gettin’ thicker than her cankles tonight… and them cankles could stop a train.)

lorty bee

She ‘growggles’ (half giggle-half growl) that she has proof that both Germ and the Process Server are liar-liars about bein’ served.

She digs deep once again and starts pepperin’ out the names of all the people that she has affidavits from…neighbors, her, Goober, and even Gatorstench gave an affidavit for her defense file.

She starts listin’ all the reasons why they lied, and all the reasons she says debunks them.
Blah, blah, blah, she repeats what she has been hollerin’ all week about her ‘legal’ service.

She whines that the process server said that it looked like she was home because her gar-tudio door was cracked open.

She then claims that since “it’s so hot in Florida, a lot of people crack open their doors.”

(Bull-chit, they turn on their A/C’s and shut the doors. Yup, just like usin’ that A/C that you grifted just a few months before. What happened to that? Did you sell it? Wasn’t it Kyle that donated a big chunk for that grift, err, gift, so that you could cool your titties? Lord, the heat must’ve melted the truth right outta her.)

tangent

She growggles once again that ‘Mr. Process server should know about Florida garage doors’ if he is goin’ to continue.

eye roll

She soon brings up the video that will ”prove what a liar he is.”
But first, she has to swing back and hammer on about Swirlie-doo mentionin’ there is ”some type of settlement” in the works.

She begins to repeat herself all over again like a bad dream, with the conviction that she is now an expert in all such matters, and I begin to realize that I don’t want to listen to another word of her spew-fest.

Gatorstench wanders in set at around 23 minutes into the stream, which of course, sets off his dronin’ dribble of ‘hellos’ to all his faithful, donors, and supporters.

“What’s going on?” Gatorstench spouts, as the flea hurls out in her best Brooklyn accent, “How you doin?”

ick

just ick

The flea interrupts her ‘sidelick’ and slips in, “Boy did I anger that dude today,” as if she is one proud pea-hen struttin’ after layin’ a double-yolked egg.

Gatorstench finishes his customary and dedicated hellos, and quickly asks, “What did YOU do?”

(Unfortunately, Gatorbaters’ mic is glitchin’ like a person with an addiction on Kensington a person with a substance use disorder, and it’s makin’ his words bounce around and more irritatin’ than usual, worse than a screen door with a loose hinge in a windstorm.)

annoyed

So… I call it and walk away with my full sanity while I can.

Toodles Poodles ♥️
24:9/4:14:21

Later on in the stream, she shows the footage from her ring cam, Dicky Lickman weasels his way back onto the panel, and the Flea wallows in her own ‘goo’ as usual.

P.S. Rest in peace, Dolly; the world will miss you!