the same poster who i've referenced also said that patrick owns a bookstore... a bookstore that only sells his own books.
I know what you're talking about. That bookstore used to operate in a space shared with Hooligans bar, and then it moved to a space shared with the Swinging Door bar.
As far as I can tell from looking up public records, the only company Rick has in his name is "GT Insurance Services". Well, had. It was dissolved by the state of Wisconsin long ago.
imagine having your state gov't shut down your business and you still brag about being a business owner every year since.
A “shit ton” of guns?
Does that make him a never-has-been?
One of those hilarious Pat typos that prove that when he is seething all day responding to every single troll, he is actually TYPING THIS RETARDED SHIT EVERY TIME. Manually. Like a subhuman Luddite moron, too dumb to do macros to type the shit he does sometimes thousands of times a day, with barely seconds between them, impotently seething.
The Independent was bought a while back by some Russian oligarch, after which that low energy lib Bong rag became, if it was possible, even more pathetic. I doubt anyone reads it. A fitting place foe a paean to Patrick whom many call Fatrick who says to many 'enjoy prison, stalker.'
That rag was never relevant after the year ended in 19. I think the last remotely relevant shit out of it was when Fisk was there and doing shit like interviewing Osama bin Laden well before 9/11. If you were paying attention, you already knew who OBL was well before 9/11 and when it happened, you instantly knew it was OBL.
The Fattman Amnesia Effect:
It's strange knowing that at one point in a not so distant past, Rick was only just fat rather than a giant tub of lard.
"I was picked at random"
Is that fat faggot wearing an “enjoy slurm” shirt?
Imagine being so gay and autistic you don't even understand what a bar is for. Apparently, this alcoholic faggot only understood the part that it's for drinking.
If you want to work from home at the bar use the goddamn tables! Everyone will know what to do then, you don’t sit at the bar unless you want at least a minimum of chit chat. There are tables right there! I can see them!
No, stalker. Those are your delusions again. There are no tables. Never were. Enjoy prison.
I suppose. A never-been is strictly speaking someone who tried something professionally, was good enough to be signed on to the B team, but never quite made it to the A team.