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August 6, 2019
Fatty, fatty, 2×4 can’t get through the kitchen door. God, what a miserable place that was tonight! Did you think you were helping me? Sorry, Franco, I really am not interested. Go back to whatever woman you want, stay away from me. Your people just do damage.
Fatty, fatty, 2×4 can’t get through the kitchen door. This other FBI man who looks like he is in the movies Silence of the Lambs and Perfume, the nose sniffing is a metaphor, an illustration, a device to tell the story of how a mind works a crime scene, it is not a literal sniff.
Fatty, fatty, 2×4 can’t get through the kitchen door. I live, and manage, and deal in a world of very high powerful men, and what the fuck am I doing? They have me taking time-outs to do therapy time for these depressing lesbians who do nothing but make me depressed and unhappy to be around. God forbid an emergency happened and people needed to ask me something. The night was over for me because of that stupid woman!
Fatty, fatty, 2×4 can’t get through the kitchen door. Look for the man with the machete, he’s been using it on my head!
Fatty, fatty, 2×4 can’t get through the kitchen door. If any of you Sherlock-ers are only interested in me for the codes in movies and television, just ask my boyfriend. He can figure most of it out, don’t come to me. Don’t come to me, ask my boyfriend.
Fatty, fatty, 2×4 can’t get through the kitchen door. No, you have it wrong, it is not one man can and the other man cannot. You needed David and Timothy both. David lit me up from within so much it never left my body, my face, my mind, my being because I loved him. That is why Timothy was brought to read me, after David lit me up with love.
Fatty, fatty, 2×4 can’t get through the kitchen door. I want a day shift.
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