Ahhh, as the world spews and the universe pukes, the Flea and gang are still full of chunky goodness that fills the Warrior’s heart like a lukewarm gas-station burrito.

Will we learn anything new? Or will it be the same old same old that we hear every night from her gilded craw, delivered with all the originality of a broken karaoke machine stuck on “I Will Survive”?

Bootlicker is still in the Florida compound, awaiting Goober’s release, it seems.

They are planning a big ‘release event’ for Goober, and it sounds like they already have costumes and mayhem planned.

Bootylicker is up in arms about how she will do her cap and make all her hair fit under it.

(chauffeur’s cap perhaps? Or maybe just a traffic cone with delusions of grandeur.)

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Fleasa lets us know she’s going to the beauty parlor to get her hair done so she can be fine like cherry-wine for her man’s release.

(Because nothing says “welcome home from the big house” like a fresh set of claws and enough product to survive a Category 5)

Amid the giggles and planning, we learn that Goober wants to get food first and foremost, and he wants to do some fine dining at Buckee’s.
After all, they are open 24 hours, and nothing says welcome home like fondling some Beaver Nuggets between your felonious fingers.

Fleasa promises a big production, along with video, for the event; after all, Goober is an international star now.

(International star of what, exactly? The “Most Creative Use of a Plea Deal” category?)

The flea takes a moment to thank all her supporters for funding her fancy-dancy lifestyle and buying her ‘air-fresheners’ that she has been hawking.

($10.00 each and fruit-flavored no less, since she is out of crystals until later this week)

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“Back to release night plans,” and Bootlicker claims she will be on the hunt Wednesday for a white shirt. Fleasa gets moist in her ‘nethers’ as she cooks how great this plan will be and that Goober is ‘gonna be shocked, just shocked’

Bootlicker admits, with new dank pride, that she even has a sign she will hold for the Goobs.

Of course, in real flea fashion, the Bootylicker and Fleasa promise a video and will reveal their shenanigans on camera. So, no more hints from them on the big plans for the evening.

“Just wait and watch,” they both spew from their crusted lips.

(Lorty-bee, did they buy a red carpet too? Or just a roll of paper towels from the dollar store?)

Bootylicker wanders off the panel to scrounge for some grub before heading to bed, and Fleasa turns her beady eyes towards the ‘behind-the-scenes’ of The Halesverse.

Her first point of contention is that “Foxnot thinks it’s funny to go after elderly men and attack them.”

The flea smacks her crusties and declares, “To me, that is just bull-chit.”

She soon spits out that there are also Germs throwing exes under the bus with threats.

She shifts her grinding gears and then complains, after clearing her mucus-slathered craw, that they have Mayors or ex-Mayors covering their asses now.
“In case they have been wrong this whole time,” she surmises and quickly adds, “but they think it’s okay to exploit children.”

The Flea nicknames her “The six-minute Mayor” and hisses that she was only Mayor long enough to get her damn permit, and that’s it.

(Six minutes? That’s longer than most of Fleasa’s coherent thoughts.)

The flea grows antsy as Gatorstench is late to join the panel, and she makes a few comedic attempts to shame him, but as usual, it’s not funny.

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The crowd starts mumbling that the Halesverse people are miserable and unkind.

The flea suggests everyone is probably hearing that she is going to sue Megan, and she doubles down, gritting her teeth, that she is indeed going to sue Megan.

She clicks her forked tongue and lets everyone know that while Megan thinks it’s only about a copyright, there is more, much, much more that will be flung Megan’s way.

The flea goes into a soured explanation, saying people are forgetting that the video Megan snatched up was behind a paywall; therefore, the consequences will be much harsher than a mere copyright infringement.

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The flea explains further as if she were a 350lb Clarissa on center stage. She gurgles out that Megan is basically showing her Flea videos in an attempt to pull people away from the Flea’s channel and keep viewers from watching her.

(Lorty-bee, does the flea not realize that 75% of her viewership is probably people just watching her chit-show like the train heading for an eventual crash?)

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The flea has it stuck in her abandoned wheelhouse, and it is pissin’ her off like an angry hornet that Megan is “airing her stream and profiting off of it, and defaming me and dehumanizing me all at the same time.”

She drones on about how she is using her logos, taking her content and profiting!

“Your entire show was about MY show!” she gurgled deep into that crusty, musty mic.

Evidently, the flea thinks Megan is thinking it’s a funny game and that “she is getting away with it.”
“And nobody knows exactly what she is being sued for because she hasn’t received the filing because it hasn’t been filed yet.”

(Well, duh… so File it Fatty)

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She begins to churn deep in her bowels and lets the world know that “Nobody knows who’s on that, uh, lawsuit either.”

The flea flicks her worn-out Bic, inhales, and then claims that Germ is losing his ass and he’s got everybody trying to attack her because “this side of things is winning.”

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The flea is adamant that John does NOT live in a tent and whines that the immaturity that is going on in the Halesverse is really starting to poke her in all the wrong ways, and it’s just “schoolyard bullshit”

She then starts pursuing the actions of “Karen (?) who is screaming her head off, talking shit, and saying that she is just full of shit.”

(Karen? Hmm, who is Karen?)

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The flea continues to degrade this Karen and claims, “There’s no truth to barely anything that this girl says, you know, and all she does is make content off of other people’s content!”
The flea doubles her bowel rumbles and spews out, “It’s just really bullshit.”

She complains that it’s disgusting that she is now turning to Jess Macchiato and Turtle Boy.

(Is Karen our Megan with the golden hair? Or could it be OLoPP, her once supporter and friend?)

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Her demeanor sours for the umpteenth time, and she asks the Warriors if Turtle Boy even ‘flucking’ knows that she’s doing this.

Fleasa starts chewing her gums and whines that she doesn’t even know if this person is for or against Turtle Boy.
She warns that it would be really stupid of her to be making fun of T.B.

“I just know she’s full of shit’ the flea spewed between her remaining teeth.

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Ahh, we soon learn that Karen is indeed Megan, as the flea professes, “She doesn’t even know what she is being sued for, and she is acting as if she does.”
Fleasa’s words fly around the dank gar-tudio and condemn everything Megan thinks she knows about the upcoming case against her.

She makes everyone aware that “she only hints at her strategies on what’s going on, but nobody knows until it’s filed.”

(Again, file it, Fatty; enough b.s. talk, do it! Let’s face it, no one wants to wait for ‘season four’ of this dramedy for you to file it.)

Yawn, so loud it registered on the Richter scale

The flea is scanning her notes and goes back to Germ’s Sunday Funday and claims that amongst the ‘bullshit’ there was a threat.

It seems the flea is reading someone else’s notes as her words tumble and stumble over each other as she reads about this so-called threat that Germ himself threw at George.

A big, long narrative about theft and chopping off someone’s hands like they do in Egypt soon tumbles from her flea-craw.

As she continues to read, she is even confusing herself, as the written words befuddle even the fleas’ brains as they appear on her notes.

Soon, she admits the notes aren’t written coherently and re-reads what is written. “I know two people who need their hands cut off for stealing gold, gift cards, jewelry, uh, diamond testers, gem testers, and the keys to the buildings.”

She then spews, “Yup, and both of them are going to be arrested.”

The flea puffs out her ample boobage and declares that they must be talking about George and her own son. She feigns concern and asks, “Is this a threat to George and her son?”

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The flea picks up her speed and suggests that maybe it’s Germs’ own Karma because he seems to think there are a lot of things that are theft: ‘You know, when you copyright people, um, and you infringe on that copyright, Germ calls that theft.

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As she begins to speak, thick, viscous spittle dribbles down her chin as she suggests that “Germ she tell his Megan chickadee all about that.”

Her gurgles then turn to hatred as she growls that Germ is planning on funding Megan’s lawsuit.

She begins rattling on and on again about hands that need to be cut off for stealing, as if she would be in the front row watching the spectacle with a bucket of popcorn and a side of schadenfreude.

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She soon warns Germ not to threaten George.
“Because if you make idol threats like that, don’t think any NDA will cover your ass, because it sure as fluck wouldn’t with me.”

She warns that if Germ wants to start threatening George, “she should start talking immediately.”

This prompts the flea to start the rumor that she heard George has already started talking, and she turns to her Warriors and asks, “Did anyone else hear that?”

(Yes, I did hear that; from her own chat just a few nights ago and out of Crookie’s mouth, as he tried to start his own misinformed drama)

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The flea runs on the rumor mill’s squirrel cage and claims, “Maybe George has smartened up”
The flea then smiles and almost giggles that it “would be a real hoot if George got a PO against the Germ.”

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As the flea again vaguely warns Germ not to threaten George because she knows too much, one of her Swallowers, or perhaps Wallowers, points out that there could be breaking news tomorrow on the subject.

This piques the Flea’s curiosity, and she cooks into her mic, “Oh, really?”

The flea then turns her needy sights on “all the people that are going to be arrested.

She proudly spouts, “I was on the phone today with the sheriff’s office in, uh, Palm Beach County for somebody that lives in Green Acres in Pompano Beach.”

(Gatorstench finally arrives on panel 30 minutes late.)

Fleasa catches the stinking Gatorstink up to speed and admits she was told Germ was complaining about thefts and “they took the other hand.”

Fleasa repeats the theft story for the second time and doubles down that Germ called for people to have their hands cut off because of the criminal actions.

Fleasa asks Gatorstink if he knows who Germ is talking about, and he responds with an adamant “I have no clue”

The flea then seems to prompt him towards the idea that it’s George and her son by asking him, “But, who’s no longer around?”

Gatorstink doesn’t catch the prompt and slowly answers her with…Sean Goodman.”

The flea laughs at him and adamantly says ‘NO!”

She tries again and finally gets him to guess George.

Lorty-bee

Blah, blah, blah…she begins rambling on and on about the scenarios that fill her head with glee and convoluted thoughts.

Gatorstink assumes Germ is “laying down his newly developed groundwork”.

The flea finally says that she knows George didn’t do anything and that it’s just Germ making false allegations.

She then seethes that she will never stick up for George.

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Moving on, because once the Flea starts repeating herself to hear her own head roar, I admit, I get bored or antsy.

Later in the show, she starts complaining about past fundraising for Liarnutz and what they have done for her, then the Flea defends all their grifting by claiming Liarnutz never asked for it, and it was all from their hearts. (or something like that)

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After many hours of pure drivel flowing from the flea’s infected oral cavity, they get to talking about Cee-Cee and Gatorstinks love for the man.
They reminisce on the times way back when they were all in California.

The flea admits she knew Bootylicker back then and would end up at the same “musical” events, like the “Rockers vs. Rollers” charities. The flea even drops Christina Applegate’s name for Street Cred.

We hear how Gatorstink got involved with Cee-Cee, and he boasted that he still speaks to him 2-3 times per month.

The flea begins growling about Mark and how he is really starting to get under her flea-skin.

She is madder than a three-legged stink bug that he has dug up more information about Goober, showing a ‘rug-conviction’ from before she even knew him.
How dare Mark dig into Goober’s past? Is he obsessed like the flea claims?

Fleasa then sours deeper in her gut as she suggests that perhaps they should go after the 70-year-old’s own not-so-innocent children.

She complains that poor Goober has been fighting this “felony” for 8 years, and it’s almost over. She is adamant that once he gets out, his record will be clean again.

She claims that part of this plea deal he took will expunge his past, and he will once again be free to do what he wants. (including lines of Coke-A-Cola)

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But I am really sick of their voices and would much rather start my day on a good note. So….

Toodles Poodles ❤️
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