[22 Dec 18] Phil to see Mom one last time before USA torn apart - Plans to retrieve weeb katana collection.

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Thread: Confession - Sometime next year, I want to see my Mom one last time before the shit hits the fan in the United States and such travel across the US becomes more difficult.

Also wanting to rescue out old artwork and a sword collection to take back with me to Oregon.

Mom and I have not had the best of relations in the past but she does understand why I am involved with the Antifa crowd.

I simply want to see her before some civil war tears the so-called US apart.

Portland to Philadelphia, PA - 3 days on Greyhound getting there and back.... I think I can make it happen again
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:story: More like the Antifa Government will shut down if no new funding is approved.
 
Ya know i actually fucking chuckled at how morbidly hilarious this reunion would be.

I just imagine little old lady Delici napping peacefully in her retirement home only for some rancid tumorous potato creature covered in autistic tattoos and wearing antifa themed bondage gear to burst through the door and scream "HEY MUMMY I DONT HAVE A PEEEPEE ANYMORE! LOOK AT MY NEW CUNNY MUMMY!!!" before punching her in the face and waddling off sobbing when she shrieks in horror at the sight of his green syphilis stink ditch
 
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Ya know i actually fucking chuckled at how morbidly hilarious this reunion would be.

I just imagine little old lady Delici napping peacefully in her retirement home only for some rancid tumorous potato creature covered in autistic tattoos and wearing antifa themed bondage gear to burst through the door and scream "HEY MUMMY I DONT HAVE A PEEEPEE ANYMORE! LOOK AT MY NEW CUNNY MUMMY!!!" before punching her in the face and waddling off sobbing when shrieks in horror when at the sight of his green syphilis stink ditch

A Lovecraft tale for a new century.
 
It would be hilarious if he goes to visit his mom, it goes just as well as expected, and he returns to Oregon...only to find he's been locked out of his apartment because the landlord has had enough of his bullshit.
 
Phil still doesn't understand that no one cares about him wanting to see the mother he punched. Also, the only civil war that will happen is going to be between Phil, and his trench.
 
Is this some sort of metaphor, like how Australatina is a means for him to work out his impotent aggression and hatred of Latinx people? When he says “I simply want to see her before some civil war tears the so-called US apart,” is that a metaphor for “I want to rebuild relations with the disabled woman I beat up before my landlord kicks me out and I end up homeless again?”
 
This is the biggest laugh I had today. And for many reasons:
  • He makes a /Thread that consists of exactly TWO TWEETS. :story:
  • He just assumes that everyone agrees with him that a civil war will happen. He types that utter nonsense so nonchalantly, like he's telling us what he had for breakfast.
  • I just love how he plans to just casually drop in (on Christmas eve no less), smelly as he is, and expect his mom to accomodate him just fine. It's very NEET of him.
  • It's also hilarious that he expects his mom to have kept all that shit.
 
Soo, is he going to make any effort for civil war, or will the battlefield be on twitter and facebook? Also just imagine Phil carrying around several of those cheap mall katanas in a plastic bag with his unnatural gait and shit jingling on every step.
 
Phil, you dumbfuck, it's three full days on Greyhound just to get to Philadelphia, assuming weather and road conditions cooperate, and you don't fuck up and miss your transfers or get left behind at a stop--and another three full days to get back to Portland. A minimum of six whole days on the road, just to get a bunch of shit that could be shipped by UPS, and to see a woman you once assaulted in a tardrage, and who you've given no previous indication you even give half a shit about.

That said, Phil on a Greyhound, passing through Flyover Country, where the members of the struggling rural underclass most likely to ride Greyhound are also most likely to be Trump voters for Jesus, and not remotely trans- or Antifa-friendly, could be comedy gold.

At the very least, I can see him getting kicked off the bus in an uprising by his fellow passengers because he stinks so bad.

But he hasn't got enough tardbux to make it all the way to Philly and back, so let the inevitable failure of begging for bus fare commence!
 
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