Hey, Josh, do you type this shit while Aime's kids are sitting on your lap or after you tuck them in bed after they play with your tail for a spell?
You call others out for being pervs, yet the proof dictates that you're the perv.
You call others out for lying, yet the proof dictates that you're the liar.
You call others out for associated with "a criminal" when two weeks prior you, too, were sucking said criminal's dick.
You get a TRO on my ass, yet invites others to your home so that you can beat their asses.
You espouse transparency, yet have yet to provide such when it comes to BFL.
You swore under oath that you declared all your aliases, but I keep finding more.
You've chastised others for making shit up, but swear under oath that I plan to kidnap your wife, among other crazy talk, ALL 100% bullshit.
With the latter action, you tie up the court systems and take away valuable time from law enforcement all the way here in Illinois, the county I live in, putting real lives in danger because of words - ONLY MOTHERFUCKIN' WORDS - penned on the internet, none of which being a direct threat to your person unless, that is, my words cause you to go behind bars, whereupon getting hurt is beyond my control. It only saddens me to now learnt that you may enjoy the getting-fucked-in-the-ass-part while serving your sentence(s).