Ghost hosts the Saturday Night Troll Show, battling Periscope trolls while promoting a $55.66 annual chat room membership. He reacts with disgust to graphic videos of animal slaughter and racist animations, defending his masculinity against spliced audio claims of homophobia. The broadcast features explicit phone dating segments filled with racial slurs, political banter regarding Trump and Israel, and mockery of an $18 million Bugatti donation. Ultimately, Ghost navigates a chaotic mix of violence, hate speech, and absurdity, threatening to end the show if inappropriate chat behavior continues. [Automatically generated summary]
It's another edition of the Saturday Night Troll Show, episode 26.
Saturday night.
Troll Show.
You're goddamn right, folks.
Cheers to everybody out there who's listening.
We are on Periscope once again, broadcasting episode 26 of the Saturday Night Troll Show.
That's right.
I came by to kick in with you, sons of Neston, and I am going to miss the UFC fight tonight.
But it's all good because we're on the Saturday Night Troll Show, episode 26.
Spread it around the internet and spread it throughout the world.
All right.
That we are in effect and we are in the house and we are live on Periscope, baby.
You goddamn right.
You goddamn right.
Episode 26 of the Saturday Night Troll Show, baby.
And I hope that you are appreciative that I am here doing a broadcast and I am not witnessing the UFC fights tonight.
Cheers to Capitalist Polar Bear with the super heart.
Cheers to you, Capitalist Polar Bear.
Thank you very much, man.
And look at all these damn little hearts being pumped out of this hard ass.
Stop pumping those hearts, man.
It's making my show look fruity.
All right, if you want to do something, spread it around the internets and throughout the world.
Let everybody know that the ghost show is in effect in the house.
All right.
How about that?
How about a little bit of that?
All right, folks.
Let's go ahead and let's get this shit started.
What's up, High Council with the super heart?
High Council just did one.
Dirty Dan.
Dirty Dan with the super heart.
All right, let's go ahead and fade out this music here.
All right.
Thank you all very much for tuning in.
Look at this.
Hand me the recap, piggy.
How quaint.
Oh, my God.
How quaint.
The Shekel Goblin has done it again.
What?
Over 10 new members of the Thunderdome signing up for $55 each during the last year.
I'll talk about that here in just a second.
Let me talk about that shit.
Hey, Hammy, the recap, Piggy.
Just shut your ass and let me talk about that.
And what's going on?
Shadow NY Zero Day.
Shadow NY Zero Day with a super heart.
Let me explain something here, okay?
I was up late last night.
I had a damn internet party with the folks that joined the new chat room.
And by the way, if you want to join the new chat room, the Saturday Night Troll Show Go Show chat room, all you got to do is donate $55.66 one time, no more, no less.
And right after the broadcast, I will send you an invitation to the Go Show Saturday Night Troll Show chat room, baby, all right?
And what is this?
Pump those hearts.
All right.
Yeah, real funny, ST Mike.
All right.
Real goddamn funny pump those hearts.
And you're already doing a $20, $20 bill.
What?
Oh, dude, I don't condone this.
Oh, my God.
Nigger.
I don't condone that racism.
All right.
Look, the bottom line is this, all right?
There ain't, it ain't monthly, idiots, all right?
It's not 55.66 monthly.
It's for the entire year.
I mean, Jesus Christ.
Anyway, I want to tell y'all something.
We had a great time last night.
What's up to Noble Savage with the super heart, man?
Cheers to you.
I have to tell y'all something.
I had a great time with all the trolls last night that were in the Go Show Saturday Night Troll Show chat room.
And if you were in there, we were having a great time.
As a matter of fact, the folks that were in that chat room got a chance to see old Ghost Game.
That's right, baby.
I'm not even joking around.
Yeah, it's 55.66, no more, no less, for the entire year, dude.
I'm not fucking fucking monthly.
Who the fuck would do 5566 monthly, dude?
Anyway, what's up to Kitty Cuddle69 with the super heart, man?
Cheers to you.
All right.
Cheers to you.
Anyway, as I was stating, folks, we had a great time last night.
We were out here playing video games.
I was actually playing Fortnite, and the folks that were in there were like, hey, ghosts, you know, this extensive fingering and this gaming cartoon, excuse me, gaming.
Shit, this gaming tutor is doing pretty well.
What is this?
What is this?
El Nick Edwards MMOs.
Ghost has fallen into a river in Lego City.
Start the new rescue helicopter.
What the fuck are you talking about, El Nick Edwards MMOs?
And by the way, what's up to Distilling?
Cheers.
All right.
Cheers.
And look, it was a gaming tutor.
Gaming tutor, idiots.
All right.
Anyway, as I was stating, cheers to Distilling with a Superheart.
As I was stating, folks, people were impressed.
All right.
People were impressed.
All right.
What is this?
Oh, my God.
Hello, everyone.
Just a heads up.
I joined the Thunderdome and Ghost asked for special services.
Ah, get the fuck out of here.
Get this.
Dude, shut the fuck up, dude.
This guy's obviously a fucking troll.
Mark Style.
All right, this guy is obviously a sick fucking troll.
That's not what happened.
All right.
That's not what happened at all.
We had a great time last night in the new GoShow Saturday Night Troll Show chat room.
Dude, I was in there till like three in the morning.
I mean, we were partying.
We were gaming for Christ's sake.
And I'm telling you, folks that were watching me game, they'll tell you I'm pretty damn good, boy.
Oh, my God.
Let's see if the chat room even lasts a year.
I'd say at least three.
What are you talking about?
Everybody was getting along, dude.
Everybody was getting along in the goddamn chat room, man.
We were all in the voice chat.
Everything was fucking great.
We had people.
Oh, look, 55.66.
Wait a minute.
Hold on, dude.
Hold on just a second.
I did.
It's actually 5566, by the way, Eastern Time.
Make sure the video starts at 36.
All right.
I will ghost on Safari.
Jesus Christ.
All right.
Jesus Christ.
And what the hell is this?
Best $55.66.
Oh, come on.
I got Thunderdomed the first day and exposed as a lowly fetish freak.
I ran with my tail between my legs when my Reddit account was exposed and I was quoted calling an animated underaged character, my little cum dumpster.
Dude, whoever the fuck wrote that, you're a sick fucking piece of trash.
All right?
Whoever the fuck that was, you're a sick piece of trash.
And by the way, Eastern Time, it's $55.66, dude.
You put 56 cents.
All right.
I'm just saying.
I'm just saying, but, you know.
If you get another two bucker, I'll make sure to invite you.
But seriously, man, no more, no less, $55.66 to enter the Go Show Saturday Night Troll Show chat room, okay?
One time for the entire year.
Don't let these dickheads make you believe that, oh my God, it's for a month.
I mean, hey, now people are calling me Jewish because I said that no more, no less $55.66.
I mean, it clearly states it right there on the goddamn chat room top, you stupid milky liquid pieces of goddamn trash.
Calling me Jewish.
Why?
What kind of anti-Semitic shit is that?
Oh, my God.
Disappointed I missed your gaming session.
When you have a moment, I left you a couple nice gifts in the middle of the morning.
Yeah, I don't, dude.
Let me tell you something.
The not safe for work on the Discord that we have there is complete garbage.
I mean, that's probably the worst mistake of the whole entire Ghost Show Saturday Night Troll Show chat room is the goddamn not safe for work.
All right.
All right.
The not safe for work, for Christ's sake, man.
I mean, that's just, when I went in there, dude, it was just disgusting.
And you people are sick fucking freaks.
All right.
I'm not even joking around.
I mean, what a bunch of sick ass.
That's one of the most disappointing things about the Saturday Night Troll Show Ghost Show chat room is the not safe for work area.
You guys, I mean, I don't even want to talk about it.
I don't even want to talk about it.
Look at it.
ST Mike the Meme Genie.
A man has fallen out of his wheelchair in Lego San Hambonio.
Start the new rescue helicopter.
What the fuck is that?
What is this Lego shit?
What the hell is all this Lego shit?
What the hell is up with all this Lego reference, ST Mike?
And here's Kans Abuser.
Kans Abuser was kicking in with us.
All right.
Old Kans Abuser waiting for the day you'll play Team Fortress 2 so we can queue up.
Well, look, the whole reason why I'm, you know, playing Fortnite is because it's free.
All right.
You download it for free.
And by the way, old Jackler, me and old Jackler were playing.
Jackler's actually pretty good at damn Fortnite.
He actually gave me a skin, believe it or not.
So now it looks like I paid with fucking V-Bucks or something and do all that shit.
So give me a break with that.
Give me a break with that.
But anyway, everyone, you know, it was a good time, dude.
We were fucking playing Battle Royales.
I mean, it was pretty fun, dude.
So I want to say cheers to everybody in there who was chilling with us, man.
All right.
And what is this?
Oh, my God.
Ghost, you should try floor killing 2, or see, killing floor 2 for his gaming.
What the hell does that mean, El Nick Edwards MMOs?
I should try killing floor 2 for his game.
Is that a game?
Killing floor 2?
People have been suggesting me games.
If you're a part of the chat room, I'll consider it.
And, you know, we're actually starting to play as a chat room.
I was really taken back by everything.
So anyway, cheers to everybody out there who is chilling.
All right.
And what the hell is this?
Derwicking.
Derwicking in the house.
Oh, my God.
Guten Abend Hair Ghostler.
Prost.
Let's start the evening outright.
Let's do a shot.
Why the fuck do you want to share it with me?
Do a shot.
That game is for pedophiles.
Anyway.
What the hell are you talking about, man?
It's just a stupid video game.
What are you talking about?
Oh, there's N-Wordled.
N-Wordled.
Oh, my God.
Nigger.
Believe it or not, N-Wordled is actually a part of the Ghost Show Saturday Night Troll Show chat room.
And he's kind of a sick bastard.
No offense.
No offense.
He's kind of a sick fuck, you know.
Oh, my God.
El Nick Edwards MMO's Killing Floor 2 is a zombie killing game, and it's fucking badass.
Oh!
Comrade Sweetie Belle.
Who the hell is that?
Another member of the Ghost Show Saturday Troll Show chat room, baby.
I'm cooming.
Yeah, yeah, you better not be too much of a coomer in the chat room.
I'll tell you that.
All right.
Oh, my God.
Calm your ass about NSFW Mon.
I really enjoy it.
It's sick.
Definitely good shit, ghosty.
It's fucking sick, Skunkler.
What are you talking about?
It's good shit.
I mean, there's literal shit in there.
There's literal shit in the no fucking not safe for work fucking chat room.
You guys are sick, man.
Especially Poopter Griffin.
Dude, Poopter Griffin, you're a sick fucking asshole.
Whoever the hell you are.
I mean, I know you claim that you're not a Muslim, but you look like one.
And you're definitely as depraved and as sick as one, too.
The kind of crap that you've been posting and not safe for work.
I mean, give me a break.
This guy's got a brapping fetish, and that's all I got to say about that.
I mean, from my opinion, this fucking guy, Poopter Griffin, wants to suck a fart out of somebody's ass.
It's fucking disgusting, man.
It's fucking disgusting.
And look, Mr. Nagy Generation 7 wants me to film the damn thing.
He wants me to fucking go ahead and put the PC shot on and show that shit off.
They would kick me off Periscope if I did.
I mean, this ain't your regular, you know, broads mushing up their titties, you know, showing off a bare ass, or, you know, you see a little bit of a beaver.
No, that ain't it, dude.
It's way worse than that.
This shows that the left can't mean.
Yeah, no shit.
What's up, Gray Steele?
We're going to get to the $20, $20 in just a second.
But it's fucking disgusting, dude.
I'm not filming it.
Shut up in the chat room.
I'm not filming it.
It's disgusting.
It's filthy.
All right.
It's fucking filthy for Christ's sake.
Anyway, and stop pumping these damn hearts.
Look at how many hearts are being pumped out of this goddamn hard ass.
Can y'all fuck off with the heart shit?
Anyway, thank you, Red Eyes Black Dragon with the super hearts.
All right.
But these all these fucking hearts, it just disrupts me whenever I'm trying to do a broadcast.
It's a Saturday Night Troll show.
I want to get to it.
And we got all these fucking hearts all over the place.
What is this?
Big Fanny.
Big Fanny.
Hey, where's last weekend's troll show on your bitch shoot?
I didn't get to watch all of it.
Dude, it's in my profile on Periscope.
It's in my profile on Periscope.
And from what I understand, you can just straight download the whole damn thing from Periscope or watch it.
So, once again, bookmark or add to your favorites the Periscope profile because that's where last Saturday Night Troll Show's archive is.
Welcome Back To Periscope00:15:38
All right, just letting everybody know out there.
All right.
I mean, unless y'all insist on wanting me to fucking put it on bit shoot, but that's a whole big pain of bit shoot ass.
So I really don't want to do that.
Can y'all stop pouncing on the heart shit?
All right, look at it.
The little rainbow hearts, for Christ's sake.
I mean, it's making me look like I'm some kind of an over-feminine fruit that's showing off anal camel toe.
That's not what's going on here on this show, folks.
All right.
Anyway, I'm here on Periscope because once again, I got a strike on my YouTube channel for some ridiculous malarkey.
And I have tried to appeal to YouTube, and they have yet to answer my appeal.
But it is what it is.
I will be back on YouTube this Tuesday for the ghost show.
So all you folks that want me to go back to YouTube, I'll be back there once again this Tuesday, 8.30 p.m. Central Standard Time.
What, Skunkler?
What?
Oh, my God.
All right, all right.
Don't have a heart attack, please.
I just wanted you to see how I think Mrs. Ghost soiled your speech.
Yeah, all right.
Yeah, fucking real funny, Skunkler.
Dude, don't, don't.
All right, asshole.
Fucking skunkler, don't.
And you know what's really odd about this whole situation, especially all the guys that I kicked it with in the new chat room last night, is that these guys are hardcore.
Hey, thank you, Eastern Time.
Cheers.
You got it.
Thank you, Eastern Time.
I hook you up.
Once again, everybody who purchases the $55.66 chat room invite, you will get an invite right after this broadcast.
All right, right after this broadcast.
So make sure.
And I'm going to be emailing the email address that you use to do text-to-speech.
Let everybody know.
Hold on, what is this?
Mike Hawks.
The best part about Discord is that ghosts can say the word, I'm not going to say that, baguette, without worrying about being censored.
Well, look, occasionally, when I was playing video games yesterday and I thought that people were using aimbots and shit, I unfortunately used the baguette term with the F.
And everybody in the chat room was like, oh, we got them.
Oh, and all that shit.
But look, I am not, I'm not against the LGBTQ.
I mean, I happen to have a whole bunch of friends that happen to be gay.
All right.
I happen to have a whole bunch of friends that happen to be Lesbos.
I happen to have a whole bunch of friends that happen to be trans testicles.
So for anybody to sit here and try to insinuate that, you know, me saying a word is me chastising a whole goddamn group of people.
That is a libelous and false indictment.
And I'd like for y'all to stop please spreading that slanderous shit.
Hey, what is this?
Pixel Art Builder 583?
Pixel Art Builder 583.
You should try, or you should also try Left 4 Dead, another zombie killing game where survivors were immune to a virus that turned into pretty much everyone into zombies.
All right, well, I'll check all this shit out.
I'm not too sure about zombie.
You know, I guess it's like House of the Dead.
Remember House of the Dead?
That was the last zombie game I ever played.
That was during the Dreamcast console era.
But I'll take a look at it.
I'm considering buying and purchasing other games.
But the reason I'm on Fortnite, even though you idiots are fucking making fun of me for it, it's free, ass clowns.
It's fucking free.
What is it?
ST Mike the Meme, Genie.
Quick question.
Since the site is run by Twitter, will you get banned if you say pause hole?
I'm not too sure.
I'm not too sure.
I don't understand.
I want to be completely honest with you.
I don't think so.
For some reason.
Maybe not right now.
Not right now.
Can't abuser.
Remember, he also said the N-word by accident.
I did not say the N-words, you fucking liar, Kans abuser.
You fucking liar.
Ghost, we all know you hate niggers.
No, bullshit, dude.
That's a fucking lie.
That's a lie.
I'm not sure why you have a Grindr account, though.
Anyway, dude, seriously.
I don't have a Grinder account, you fucking moron.
Shut up.
All right.
I don't have a fucking Grinder account, and I don't hate anybody.
All right.
look at ironically ironic video ghost would you consider rating wings of redemption of dsp just to rip on them a bit uh here's to a good show maybe but fucking wings of redemption is lame I'd rather do Darkside Phil.
At least Dark Side Phil is juvenile And somewhat reactionary.
I mean, Wings is just some fat fucking idiot who chokes on Wendy's food products down his fat fucking hole all day.
And all he does is like, man, you're banned.
You're banned.
I'm fat fucking redneck that lives in a double wide trailer and you're banned and all this other shit.
Maybe Dark Side Phil.
Maybe Dark Side Phil.
What now, Skunkler?
Ghost is the pet Mexican in the troll chat.
No, he's not.
No, he's not.
He doesn't have the money to be in the troll chat, unfortunately.
Skunkler.
All right.
Hey, what's up, Capitalist Polar Bear?
Ghost.
It's been a busy week back at my old job.
Hopefully, I'll be back on voice chat in a few days.
All right, no problem, dude.
Shout out to you and the trolls on tonight.
Once again, Capitalist Polar Bear, one of the newest members of the inner circle.
So cheers to Capitalist Polar Bear.
But to Skunkler's, you know, no, the pet Mexican is not in the troll chat, okay?
He's he doesn't have enough money.
He barely has enough money to do the $20, $20.
And look, I hope the pet Mexican doesn't do this shit tonight, where he donates $5.20 and goes, please, can somebody please add money to my video?
Because I only got $5.20 and I need people to add on so that Ghost can play my video.
Don't encourage that shit.
Don't encourage that crap for Christ's sake, man.
Jesus Christ.
I don't understand why you people encourage him.
I don't get it, man.
I don't get it.
Many of you people are fucking racist bastards that are trying to condoning that crap.
All right.
No, he should not crowdfund the $55 and say, don't fucking encourage him.
I'm not a fucking flea market, okay?
I'm not a fucking flea market where you can come in and say, hey, Ghost, I only have $20 and I'm going to put down the $20.
And anybody else can help me and add on so I can be a part of the ghost show and the Saturday night troll show chat room.
I want to be in there because I am the pet Mexican.
The field of local tub guy is in there, by the way.
Tub guy, all right?
Ghost, you can call me all those words you said in the chat while whipping me and hitting me, Doggy.
You know, I don't know what happened to you, Tub Guy.
You got racist.
What the fuck?
What the fuck, Skunkler?
Oh, oh, my God.
Skunkler, what the fuck, dude?
What the fuck?
Skunkler, what the fuck, man?
Oh, God.
This is for the poor pet Mexican ghost.
After all, he gave me the idea for this nickname.
Can you send an invite to him?
Oh, my God.
Somebody paid for the pet Mexican?
Rubert is my favorite comedian.
He would be my favorite.
Hey, thank you, Noble Savage.
Here you go, Ghost.
Him versus David Hasselhoff.
Yeah, thank you.
Thank you very much.
And look, there's aesthetic.
Aesthetic.
Hey, guys, I played a game of Fortnite with Ghost and Jackler yesterday.
However, Ghost sucked a cock with it and was the first to get the fuck out of here, you fucking idiot.
Get the fuck out of here, aesthetic.
You were just sitting by in a bush jerking off.
All right?
While I was out there trying to engage the enemy, you were sitting there in a bush jerking yourself off, you fucking stupid loser.
Don't fucking don't even sit there and talk shit, man.
All right?
And Skunkler, what the fuck?
I'm going to have to send a fucking invite to the pet Mexican because you fucking funded the pet Mexican to be a part of the damn Saturday troll show ghost show chat room.
Oh my god, dude.
Dude, why?
Why are you all encouraging this?
Know that you're going to encourage a whole crop of Mexicans to do the same damn thing.
Please, can somebody sponsor me so I can be a part of the go show and the Saturday Night Troll Show chat room, please?
Senor Senoritas, please help me.
Jesus Christ, hearts for the pet Mexican, dude.
Shut up in the chat room, dude.
You're already pissing me off.
You're already pissing me off.
It's not even 25 minutes into the show.
You people are pissing me the fuck off.
You son of a bitch.
You goddamn son of a bitch, man.
Oh, my God.
Jesus Christ.
I'm sick, dude.
I mean, now the pet Mexican has gotten a sponsor into the damn.
What?
Patiently waiting.
Patiently waiting.
Oh, my God.
Hey, Ghost.
Not sure if you're aware, but you don't show up under San Antonio when searching for streamers in that area.
You are, however, in San Francisco.
Oh, come on.
Everyone is having a good night.
Chat yesterday was fun.
Good weekend, everyone.
Yeah, well, patiently waiting was in there.
See that?
It was a great chat.
Great chat.
Oh, my God.
I like my whiskey like my women.
15 years old and mixed with Coke.
Ah, Toue.
What the fuck was that?
What the hell was that?
The pet Mexican.
Oh, my God.
Boy Amigo Muchas Gracias M.I. Carnal.
Here is a $5 down payment from my inner circle black hiking.
You see, what did I tell you, dude?
What did I tell you?
You see, he's already, here's my $5 down payments and somebody help me so I can play my video.
Somebody help the pet Mexican so I can play my video.
Fucking idiot.
Hey, look, we got Kumi Sanders for a superheart.
What's up, Kumi Sanders?
All right.
Hey, Ghost, last night is pretty awesome.
A lot of great discussion in the chat room.
Looking forward to the show.
Thank you very much, Marshall Burnsey.
Yeah, Marshall Burnsey was up late night with us.
There was a lot of people up in the Saturday, or excuse me, the Ghost Show, Saturday Night Troll Show chat room.
I had a great time, dude.
I was up until like three in the morning, and I finally had to tell these guys, I got to get the hell out of here.
I got to kick in with Mrs. Ghost.
And me and Mrs. Ghost drank until about 8 in the morning.
And I had a horrible breakfast, went to sleep, woke up at about 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
There you go.
Duba dude, he's in the chat room.
Duba dude said you should get Call of Duty Modern Warfare so we can fuck up some incel campers.
No shit, dude.
I hate campers.
I know you like war.
To quote a great man of history, do you want total war?
Pear garbles.
Here's a scene of men of honor fighting to defend their country and the greater realm against Marxist hordes.
Thank you, Derwicking, for the $20.20 bucker.
And Jesus Christ, no, don't fucking encourage the pet Mexican, Gerak.
Don't encourage this fucking guy, man.
He's going to always do this and think that he's going to get away with it.
He's going to be like Bjorn, for Christ's sake.
You need to pay for me because I am from Denmark.
I don't have no money.
The stream labs and the media's no longer.
You have to pay for me.
No, dude.
No, pet Mexican.
No, okay.
No, no, no.
And by the way, we're getting piled up.
Dude, what's up with the fucking $20,20 tonight?
What's up with the $20.20 buckers tonight, for Christ's sake?
And what is this pet Mexican OMG?
Oh, my God.
I just tuned in through Cannes Abusers Relay and I can see you're talking shit about me.
Then Skunkler gives me a free chat room invite.
I was just about to beg for a chat invite for donos just to troll you.
That last dono wasn't me.
Let's go for the IC slot.
Fuck you.
Fuck off.
Fuck off.
And look at this.
Can't abuser saying some fucking Mexican words that I can't.
Here's three bucks for the pet Mexican.
Can't abuser.
Come on, man.
Oh, my God.
Bitcoin has just passed 10,000.
We're halfway to the all-time high.
Also, please forward this donation.
You guys are assholes.
Super hearts.
You got anonymous.
Whoever the fuck you are, you're a piece of shit, dude.
All right?
Yeah, let's go.
Trump 2020 is right, baby.
Oh, my God.
Ghost, get in my tub with the pet Mexican, and we can snort lines of bean and cheese with his new inner circle titanium's burritos.
You sick fanfic fucking idiots, dude.
And stop it with the hearts in the chat room.
We got Kumi Sanders.
Me and Anton Lavey are on our way to Texas and are considering swinging by your trailer to steal Templeton and tip over your wheelchair.
Cheers.
Yeah, well, Anton LeVay is dead, so you're going to have to dig his fucking corpse up.
I don't know what do Satan, do Satanists beg their dead or bury their dead?
What do they do with them?
Do they set them on fire?
Do they eat them?
I don't even know what Satanists do with their dead, but you're going to have to go there because Anton LeVay is no longer with us.
And on his deathbed, he was scared shitless on whatever he saw on the other side.
Y'all got to look that up.
Anyway, we got another superheart from Switch the Channel.
Thanks a lot.
Switch the channel with a super heart.
And we got Team Fortress 2 engineer howdy ghost.
Have your engineer visit me sometime.
We can build some sentries, dispensers, and teleporters.
Yee-haw.
Okay, great.
I know what y'all are talking about, all right?
I know what y'all are talking about.
Senor ST Mike.
Here's five bucks towards the pet Mexicans IC slot.
Oh my God.
Look, now I'm obligated to play the pet Mexicans $20 20 bucker because of Senor ST Mike.
All right.
And fucking Anonymous and fucking Gerak.
And look at this.
The Hyperion Corporation is now contributing.
You should fucking run for office, Pet Mexican, if people are going to throw fucking money at you like this, you fucking ungrateful prick.
What's up to Jenova Wolf?
What up, Jenova Wolf?
Hey, Ghost, watching the show via Canz Abusers Relay.
Also, here's another game you should try out.
It's called Grid Auto Sport.
It's a racing tow racing and some kick-ass cars like the Nissan Skyline and the Mazda RX-7.
I'm open.
I'm open to it, dude.
I am open to racing games, Jenova Wolf.
I'm open to them.
Who's next?
Patiently waiting.
Let's push back against the crowdfunding.
Instead, crowdfund for me to get an inner circle slot.
Donate with hashtag patiently waiting to get me into the IC.
Racing Toward Crowdfunding00:14:48
Ghost, after work, I rub my hands on my balls and gooch and smell it.
It smells so good and so strong.
God, please give this $5 to the Pet Mexican fund.
You know that Musky Balls threads now.
It's that but mixed with the smell of rotting fruit.
Dude, unironically ironic, you're in the chat room, dude, and you're a sick fucking asshole.
You know that?
You're a sick fucking idiot for Christ's sake, man.
Of course, some dickless fucking incel neckbeard forever alone like you would be doing some disgusting, filthy, unsanitary shit like that.
Of course you would.
Of course.
Now, folks, look, we have gotten a shitload of $20.20 buckers up in here obligating.
What?
What now, ST-Mike?
All right?
Since this dyslexic gringo misreads my donation.
Here's $10 towards the pet Mexican slot.
Don't have dyslexia, ST Mike.
Fucking piece of shit.
Oh my god.
Pet Mexican is expected to mow our lawns and some other stereotypical messages.
No shit.
My IC is seriously for Elvis Travels.
Just waiting.
No, no, Elvis Travels is not going to be a part of the inner circle, dude.
All right.
You got to be shitting me.
All right.
Hey, look, here's ST Mike the meme genie again.
Look at that, huh?
Is that for more, Pet Mexican, huh?
Are you supporting this son of a bitch?
He's going to fucking do your lawn.
He's going to be your fucking handyman or some shit.
Now, listen to me.
I don't have dyslexia.
It'll turn.
I'm tired of you idiots claiming that I do.
What is this?
The pet Mexican.
Oh, my God.
Boy, Senor Ghost, I'm announcing my run for president of the United States.
Fuck off, all right?
You got to be a fucking actual citizen of the country, you idiot.
All right.
Hey, what the hell is this?
Mini Moose.
Hashtag pet Mexican.
Fucking fuck you, Mini Moose.
Hashtag pet Mexican.
You guys are really pissing me the fuck off, man.
And fuck you for $3, Pet Mexican.
I'm not dyslexic.
Local live fucking piece of shit.
Oh, my God.
Why do Japanese people have slant eyes?
Because they're still squinting from the blast.
Oh, shit.
I read the wrong one.
I read the wrong one.
Why do Japanese people have slanted eyes?
Yeah, we just saw it.
Fuck you, Tomi.
Fuck you.
I meant for patiently waiting.
Patiently waiting said, hey, oh, hey, someone wants to start shit under my name.
Put the $3 towards Pets Mexican.
Enough of the Pet Mexican, all right?
Fuck the pet Mexican, all right?
Fuck the pet Mexican, man.
All right.
Hey, what is this?
All joking aside, you should play Midnight Club, either three or Los Angeles.
It's a pretty good game.
I'm all for getting racing games.
All right, ST Mike.
I'm not even joking around.
And listen, I'm going to start gaming, obviously, in the chat room before I put the game stream up.
So if you want to see old ghost gaming or participate in gaming with Ghost, come into the chat room, man.
Once again, $55.66 for an entire year.
That's all you got to donate.
One time.
It's not monthly.
Don't listen to these fucking dickheads.
All right.
Jesus Christ.
And come in here and chill with us, dude.
I'm not even joking around.
All right.
We had a great time last night.
I'm not kidding.
There was a little bit of trolling.
Don't get me wrong.
But I had a great fucking time with those peeps in there last night.
What is this, Janova Wolf?
What's up, dude?
Oh, my God.
Yeah, some info on what togue racing is.
It's a form of Japanese street racing on mountain passes, both uphill and downhill back.
Oh, man.
Also, since you're into foreign cars, I think you would enjoy the game with kick-ass Japanese horsepower.
I mean, look, I like foreign cars, dude, but I don't like Japanese cars.
I mean, the last Japanese cars that were decent that were shitted out of like Mishubishi, remember the Mishubishi 3000 GT and those cars?
Those crapped out, and you can't even fucking fix them back up.
So I don't know about Japanese cars.
I know a lot of you folks jerk off to Japanese cars because of, I don't know, fucking Fast and the Furious Tokyo Drift or that ethnically ambiguous Vin Diesel.
But I'm more of a European car guy.
I've got a Brabus modified Mercedes.
And all you got to do is just ride down the street in a Brabus modified Mercedes and take a look at all the broads chicken heading their necks looking at your goddamn car, baby.
It's that simple.
I mean, it's so easy.
You could go up to a chick walking down the street with a Brabus-modified Mercedes and say, hey, do you want to ride?
And she's going to say yes 99% of the time.
Anyway, we got another superheart from Atsushi Sakurari.
I don't know how to pronounce your name, dude.
My apologies.
At Sushi Sakurari.
Thank you very much for the super heart.
Anyway, we've got a lot of these $20.20 buckers up in here, dude.
So look, let's get through these.
We've got like fucking, how many of these?
Dude, are you fucking kidding me?
How many of these do we have, dude?
We've got one.
We've got two.
Oh, Aquillion.
Aquilian, the newest member of the Saturday Night Troll Show Ghost Show chat room.
Once again.
You're damn right, baby.
Once again, one time.
No more, no less.
$55.66.
Looking forward to the new chat.
You're damn right.
You're damn right.
Trump 2020.
Thank you, Aquilian.
And as I stated, folks, I'm going to be emailing the folks that donated $55.66.
I'm going to be emailing them right after this show an invitation to the chat room.
So cheers to Aquilian.
Cheers to, I think, Eastern Time, I think, was one of them.
And who else?
I got to go through the whole list.
There's a bunch of $20.20 buckers.
Skunkler paying for the pet Mexican.
What is this shit?
Oh, my God.
Hooked on.
Fuck you, hooked on phonics.
Go fuck yourself.
This Lexi.
Yeah, fuck you.
Yeah, I am not.
I'm not going to tell.
I'm not.
I'm not even going to acknowledge that shit.
I'm not even going to acknowledge that shit for Christ's sake.
Anyway, once again, Skunkler hooked it up for the pet Mexican.
Comrade Sweetie Bell, whoever the hell that is, did a $55.66 bucker to enter the chat room at Eastern time.
So cheers to you guys, man.
I hope to talk to you guys probably tomorrow.
All right, properly tomorrow.
So anyway, look, we got a lot of $20.20 buckers up in here.
So let's get these started.
All right, it's still very early in the night.
The night's still young.
Let's hurry up and get through these.
And let's get to some goddamn other things, some Saturday null show things.
All right.
Anyway, the first $20.20 bucker obligating me to watch a YouTube video right here is none other than ST Mike the Meme Genie.
ST Mike the Meme Genie says, pump those hearts.
Please stop pumping those fucking hearts here.
All right.
Please stop pumping those hearts for Christ's sake.
And what is this?
In the field of local live Takuma Fijiwari.
Oh my God.
I will meet you at the Akina Pass Tonight Ghost.
What?
My AE86 Sprinter Truino versus your wheelchair.
Dude, I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about there.
Takayumi Fujarara.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
If you're saying some area here in the San Antonio, Texas region, I ain't never heard of it.
All right.
So just sit there and shut your ass and eat some fucking bad sushi, you son of a bitch.
All right.
Anyway, here it is.
ST Mike the Meme Genie.
Real fucking funny.
Pump those hearts.
Look at this.
Look at what.
Look at what ST Mike the Meme Genie requested.
Look at this.
Oh, shit.
That's the radio graffiti.
Hold on.
Take a look at this shit.
Look.
Pump those hearts.
Huh?
Is that what this show's turning out to be?
Is it because we're so close to Valentine's Day?
You folks are so desperate for a Valentine's.
You're pumping those fucking hearts like you were pumping an ass.
I mean, stop it.
All right.
Just stop this shit.
I mean, take a look at those hearts going up, man.
It's like the rainbow.
It's making my show look over-feminine.
I'm masculinity defined, boy.
Do you understand that?
I'm masculinity defined.
And by the way, another super heart by feminist socialist, horrible picture, by the way.
Feminist socialist with a super heart.
But, dude, seriously, y'all are looking at the screen, right?
Y'all are seeing those hearts go up in the air in all kinds of little fruity colors, all kinds of little soft colors and adorable colors.
It's making my show look like I'm a feminine.
I am the definition of masculinity, for Christ's sake.
All right?
And what now, Tae?
What do black people and Christmas lights have in common?
They both hang from a tree.
They're not too bright and only half of them work.
Jesus Christ, dude.
To we, dude, enough of your racist jokes, all right?
I don't condone that.
Here, have some more hearts in your ass, all right?
Courtesy of ST Mike the Meme Genie.
Have some more fucking hearts.
And look, look at him in the chat room.
Pump those hearts.
Stop it.
Stop.
You're making me look like I'm some kind of a guy who's wearing tight-legging jeans, showing off my anal camel toe.
You're making me look like I'm some guy leprechaun in my ass every time I'm walking down the fucking street.
So I'm just saying, dude, enough.
Enough is enough, okay?
Enough is enough with these stupid fucking hearts.
All right?
Jesus Christ, man.
What a Saturday Night Troll show.
Thanks a lot, ST Mike the Meme Genie.
I got to play this for what?
I've only been playing it for two minutes.
I got to play it for like three or four minutes.
And on top of the fucking hearts that are being pumped on the side here, I've got this going on here.
That's masculine, huh?
That's fucking masculine.
Let me tell you something, man.
I'm the definition of masculinity.
I know y'all are trying to make me look fruity and over-feminine, but by God, I'm telling you, you better not have a woman within the vicinity of my voice because I'll tell you something right now.
That woman is going to excuse herself into another room and she's going to put two or three fingers in her Vijay and vigorously gyrate it in a counterclockwise capacity, listening to my fucking voice as I throw around fucking manly dominance around this internet like it ain't shit.
All right?
I guarantee them to you, every woman that's listening to my voice out there is creaming in orgasmic pleasure.
So you better not have your mommy, your sister, your girlfriend, your auntie, your grandma, any female within the vicinity, because by God, that woman is going to excuse herself and try to stick large pieces of furniture up her goddamn pink taco.
Listening to the manly dominance that this man right here is just throwing around the internet like it ain't shit boy, and you know something.
Boy, I don't blame them.
Boy, I don't blame them.
All right, I don't, I don't blame them.
So you know.
All you people that are out here that are flapping your fat Dorito stained fingers on the keyboard, talking garbage to me in this damn chat room.
You don't know shit from Shinola.
All right, you don't know shit from Shinola.
I am the definition of manly dominance, while you sons of bitches fruit up the whole goddamn place.
What is it?
Oh my god, our master, our master hey ghost, i'm heading to the pawn shop to sell uh, to sell some of the things so I can join the chat room tonight.
Can't wait to chat with everyone and game with you.
All right, that's not the real r master.
All right, that's not the real r master.
Those are probably the bullies that are on the Ghost DOT Report forum that are bullying our master, and you know who you are.
You know who you are, Gordon Freeman.
Why weren't there any blacks in the Flintstones?
Because they were still monkeys.
Oh dude, I don't condone what Gordon Freeman just said.
Dude, I don't condone that.
I don't condone that.
Look here, Skunkler.
What about $40.40 to show your hundreds of fans the not safe for work post?
I'm not doing it, dude.
I'm sorry, Skunkler.
There's so much sick, demented shit in the new Ghost Show, Saturday Night Troll Show, Not Safe for Workroom, that I can't do it, dude.
There's not, I mean, I run the risk of getting kicked off a periscope, and I don't want to get kicked off a periscope, all right?
Anyway, go back to the hearts because ST Mike the Meme Genie requested this, and I don't care.
I don't goddamn care how much you think or try to make me look feminine.
I'm not effeminate, boy.
I'm not effeminate, boy.
All right?
I got a 15 and a half inch John Holmes sausage between my legs that would go up your mother's snatch pipe and come out of her mouth.
And the next time you say, mommy, all you're going to hear is, that's all you're going to hear.
That's all you're going to fucking hear.
So all of you just sit there and shut up, all right?
Just sit there and shut your goddamn pie holes and let me do my fucking show here, right?
It's a Saturday Night Troll show, for Christ's sake.
Have some fucking respect.
Of course, you don't respect shit.
I mean, look at all these idiots pumping these fucking hearts for Christ's sake, all right?
Look at all this.
Look at all this crap.
All right, take this off.
Yeah, thanks a lot, ST Mike the Meme Genie, for requesting these fucking hearts, trying to make my show look effeminate when I, ghost, am the definition of masculinity.
I'm the definition of masculinity.
By God.
All right, take this shit out of here.
Take it out.
Take it out of here.
Yeah, thanks a lot, ST Mike the Meme Genie.
Jesus Christ, let's get to the next $20.20 bucker here.
Oh, no, what is this?
Derwicking.
Ghost, through my various enterprises, I was able to finance some intelligence on you from your physician.
And in your medical records, a recent physical shows your testosterone to be 88 nanograms per deciliter.
Defining Masculinity Today00:08:42
No, no, no.
You know, you're sadly mistaken.
Derwicking, you're sadly mistaken.
I mean, I've got testosterone running through my fucking veins for Christ's sake, man.
I eat nothing but steak and drink fucking beer.
I get into bar brawls for fucking exercise.
I'm telling you right now, you don't want a piece of me, man.
You don't want a piece of me.
I got a 280-gallon drum of whoop-ass, and I would pour it all over you and anybody else that wants a piece of old ghost right here, you fucking SARS-SACA shit.
All right?
Ain't no soy boy shit over here, boy.
I'm a man.
I'm a fucking man.
I'll make a man out of you if you want to come over here and talk garbage to me.
I'll tell you that right goddamn now.
All right, let's get to the next $20.20 bucker before these idiots start pissing me the fuck off here.
This next $20.20 bucker was requested by Ghost on Safari.
Ghost on Safari.
And they said, make sure to start this video at 36 minutes and 40 seconds.
All right.
Well, let's see what this is, Ghost on Safari.
Jesus Christ, Ghost on Safari.
I found it stupid.
And, of course, we got to wait about five seconds because of YouTube, YouTube.
Everybody's doing the YouTube.
All right, here it is.
This was Ghost on Safari who requested this.
I have no idea what the hell this is.
Put the PC shot on.
What the hell is this?
Ghost on Safari.
What the hell is this?
Let's get that funny Vibra!
Hold on, pause this.
Pause this.
Pause this.
Oh, my God.
What do our master and Jews have in common?
They'll be sent to Auschwitz in a boxcar and set in a furnace.
All right.
I don't condone what Gordon Freeman just said.
What is Ghost on Safari?
The old laws are suspended.
New ones not yet written.
Now there's no one to protect the reserves from poachers and meat hunters.
Oh, no!
Leave them alone!
Leave the zebras alone!
Can I get some donations for a chat room invite?
I'm poor from my year subscription to She God's website.
You recommend it.
Alright, fuck you, Pettis.
All right.
Nobody likes you, Pettis, all right?
At least the pet Mexican can do lawns and send his mother consuelo to get on her fucking hands and knees and clean floors with that fucking disgusting disinfectant called fabuloso.
What the fuck are you gonna do, Pettis?
You ain't gonna do shit but fan your nuts.
All right, now look, I don't ghost on Safari, this is horrible what they're doing to these zebras for no fucking reason whatsoever.
Look at this.
No fucking reason whatsoever.
That's fucking disgusting, dude.
I mean, what a bunch of fucking sick assholes for doing this.
You know that?
I mean, look, the only reason you should be killing animals, I mean this.
The only reason you should be killing animals is if you're gonna fucking eat them.
Not to show that, hey, look at me, I've got a big cock, and I'm gonna just take this rope and, you know, and cross it between two Jeeps.
And we're just gonna go ahead and take out animals.
We're gonna take out animals.
Hey, what is this, Derwicking?
Zebra are race traitors, so it's legit.
Fuck off, Derwick, and you're fucking race traitors, you fucking idiot.
What?
What now?
Nurse Jessica, who the hell is this?
We can confirm what Derwicking said.
Ghost has fatal testosterone deficiency.
Bullshit.
Dr. Goldstein has injected testosterone into his anal cavity.
Sadly, this didn't work and only gave him the poopsies.
Breasts have even started to get out of the way.
Shut up.
Shut the fuck up, man.
Shut the fuck up.
Let me tell you something right now, man.
I'm the definition of masculinity, you fucking sorry sack of crap.
I guarantee you that there is a bullnose bulldyke listening to this show right now, trying to get the largest foreign object to put in her Vijay J because she's in complete fucking awe.
In complete fucking awe at the manly dominance, and I'm just throwing around this fucking internet like it ain't shit.
So shut the fuck up.
And here, let's, once again, ghost on Safari with this sick fucking.
This is sick.
This is disgusting.
And I can't believe that these people would do this to helpless animals for no fucking reason.
No fucking reason.
I'm telling you right now.
Oh my God.
Leave the zebras alone, dude.
I mean, why is this necessary?
Why is this fucking necessary?
Leave them alone.
Leave the zebras alone, Africans.
Leave the zebras alone, Africans.
Oh, my God.
This is horrible, dude.
I mean, come on.
And they're doing it to all the animals.
Look at the water ball.
They're kicking.
Kick his ass, water buffalo.
Kick their ass.
Kick their ass.
This is fucking disgusting, man.
I mean, look, I'm no vegetarian.
I'm no PETA, you know, subscriber, but this is fucking ridiculous.
This is utterly.
There is no need for all this indiscriminate killing of innocent animals for no fucking reason.
I mean, you know, this just, this is just, this is horrible.
This is fucking horrible.
I can't believe this is happening in this world.
I can't believe it.
I can't.
I can't believe it.
Oh, no.
Oh, God.
It happened again.
Oh, not this.
I'm not in a fucking wheelchair.
All right.
I'm only going to let.
What?
What?
Oh, my God.
Nick, I'm not going to say that.
Fuck you, kill zebra.
Dude, shut up.
All right.
I know what you're trying to make me say, you piece of trash.
Mrs. Ghost.
Trust me, it's true.
I am 350 pounds with more testosterone than ghost has.
My chest hair is even thicker than myself.
Fuck you.
You see this?
You see this?
I'm telling you, you say that in front of me in a damn bar room, you'd have a hole in your face from my fist running right through it, you son of a bitch.
So don't come at me.
Don't come at my fucking family.
Don't talk garbage.
You see, you little fucking internet people, you little fucking cyber vermin with your little fucking teeth that fucking you think that you have safety on this fiber optically connected world that we call the internet.
You think that you're safe, but by God, by God, you got another thing coming, boy.
If you're going to fucking talk shit to me, you fucking piece of shit.
Play a little bit more of this disgusting video.
It's a disgusting, filthy video.
Ghost on Safari.
This is a disgusting, filthy video.
Jesus Christ.
And look, they're going to.
This is just, this is horrible.
This is just utterly horrible.
I mean, why are you just going to force him to drown?
Oh, no, these are hippos.
Leave the fucking hippos alone.
Leave the wildlife alone for fuck's sake, man.
And what is this, Derwicking?
Honestly, seeing this sort of thing of the wildlife, honestly, seeing this sort of wildlife abundance, knowing how many minerals Africa has, the petrol, etc., how the fuck are these N-words not excelling?
Dude, come on.
Derwicking, give me a fucking break, all right?
Jesus Christ.
No, you fucking don't fucking burrito eating.
Thank you, Skunkler, rolling on the floor, laughing, rolling on the floor, laughing, rolling on the floor, laughing, wheeling.
You see, this is what you idiots are condoning right here.
Some fat fucking burrito eating idiot who hasn't missed a meal in his life.
And you guys are fucking condoning my fucking ghost.
By contributing to this fat fuck.
Can anyone donate to ghosts?
No, I'm not.
I'm already playing one of your videos, you dickhead.
A faggot.
I'm already playing one of your videos, you fucking stupid dick fucking cheese-having piece of shit.
All right, a little bit more of this stupid video.
War On Degeneracy Begins00:07:44
We're moving on.
Oh, no, no.
What is that, a rhino?
What is that?
An elephant?
Leave the elephant alone!
Leave the elephant alone!
In the field of local wild.
I can't.
All right, that's enough.
I can't take this anymore, for Christ's sake.
I've been a couple times where I got caught up accidentally hitting a squirrel or a cat with my car, and I'm like, oh, well, have no pity, smash a kitty.
Oh, geez.
Well, you're a sick fuck.
You know that?
Red eyes, black dragon?
You're a sick fucking idiot, man.
All right.
Hey, Ghost on Safari, you're a sick fucking asshole.
All right.
I'm not even joking around.
Start at 36 minutes.
It's already at 40 minutes, and we're seeing elephants getting fucked with now.
You're a sick fucking asshole, Ghost on Safari.
Whoever the hell you is.
Fucking piece of shit.
Anyway, let's move on here, all right?
We want to go ahead and get through these $20, $20 buckers so we can get to some goddamn Saturday Night Troll Show shenanigans.
So let's go to the next $20, $20 obligating me to watch a YouTube video.
Okay, here it is.
Gray Steel.
This shows that the left can't meme.
All right, what is it?
What is that, Gray Steel?
This shows that the left can't meme.
All right, let's go take a look at what Gray Steel is talking about.
Put the PC shot on.
Here it is.
The left cannot meme.
I can attest to this.
It's been a few years!
I'm really crazy!
It's been a few years!
You are fucking scum.
Stop it!
I literally am gonna die!
Triggered. Showered. Triggered.
Look at these fatties and uglies.
You notice that all these women are fatties and uglies.
They began with a Tumblr post.
A declaration of war that read, Join us on July 4th to celebrate our freedom and independence for racists by shutting down 4chan.
The post spread, and soon Tumblr's army was preparing for war.
First, let's examine these two states.
Notice fatties and uglies.
They're one of the world's latest online artists.
Fatties and uglies and 300 strong.
And 4chan is.
Yes.
Oh, God.
You've got a wolf.
Very definitely a wolf.
Oh, my God, dude.
Give me a fucking bringing a year.
Both sides are pretty retarded.
Soon, the 4th of July had arrived.
As you can see here on this official map, Tumblr's infantry quickly penetrated 4chan's territory.
They published posts all across the B and Poll boards.
Puppies, selfies, and feminist memes sprung up everywhere.
We're going to get a bullnose bulldyke ugly.
Fatties and uglies.
After less than an hour, Tumblr decided to retreat.
But this was by no means.
Fatties and uglies.
Tumblr had kicked the hornet's nest.
B was roused and ready for it.
Hold on, I'll pause this.
Hold on, what?
Entertainment.
Oh, my God.
Inner social.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
We're watching a video here about fatties and uglies from Tumblr getting pissed at 4chan, alright?
Gore and anti-feminist memes were spread across some of the more popular tags.
Basically, they can't go on any tags.
Another ugly is basically filled with gore.
Unprepared Tumblr users were being triggered from every direction.
Another ugly!
It's not fun.
Another ugly!
What?
What?
Oh, my God!
Hey, ghost, just tuning in after a night out.
Hope everything has been good for you tonight.
I'll be listening in for the whole show.
Hey, thank you, Mike Cock.
Look at my cocks gonna be here all night.
Can you believe that?
My cock is gonna be here all night, man.
Cheers to my cock.
Anyway, let's go back once again.
All these women that are bitching and moaning, what do they have in common?
Fatties and uglies, okay?
And what is this?
Kai King up, Saturday night.
Kai King up, Saturday night troll.
I don't know what the fuck that means.
And here's Derwick.
So we had a failed war on drugs, a failed war on terror.
There should be one war we should embark on if we are battling concepts.
Let's declare war on degeneracy.
I say send all furries, commies, homos, and freaks to KZ camps.
Type 1488.
Well, dude, I hope it doesn't have to get that way, but I'm telling you, this acceptance of furries and waifus and the fetish, the fetishization, if that's even a word of the cartoons, this has got to stop, dude.
Seriously.
I mean, this is why Chads, you Chads out there, if you ever see any of these idiots waxing their carrot or promoting any of this fucking fetishized cartoon nonsense, you got to start slapping these people around, man.
I'm not even kidding around.
Let's make bullying great again.
All right, I'm not even kidding.
Here's an ugly.
Here it is.
All right, here's fatties and uglies, bitch.
It's time for a lesson on what not to do if you get raided.
Lesson one, don't spam the tags with your own selfies.
Some Tumblr users thought they could compete with the spamming posts by submitting their own selfies over and over again.
They soon found that 4chan seized these selfies, chopped them into hardcore porn, and then spammed them back onto the tag in greater numbers.
Jesus Christ, what?
What now?
Oh, my God!
If I lose against this fatty, I'll be the laughingstock of the team.
I'll be sure to protect my pride, even if it means a tie.
What?
This is a short, straight line, but the V16A engine can get anything.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Shingo Shoji, can you fuck off?
We're watching this fucking video of disgruntled feminist fatties and uglies, all right?
All right, let's watch this for Christ's sake.
Elite System 32.
During the raids, someone pretending to be a Tumblr user posted this infographic.
A reported 41 computers were bricked.
Listen three.
Don't start a petition.
Someone created a petition on change.org to get 4chan shut down and managed to get about 900 signatures.
So, in response, 4chan made their own petition.
It managed to get about 10 times as many signatures.
The only thing you can do, really, is log off and wait for it to be over.
Trouble is, it took Tumblr two days to figure this out.
In the meanwhile, casualties were enormous.
40 plus fatties and uglies!
500 hurt feelings and literally thousands of triggerings.
But before we close the history books on this event, it's time to look at one more thing.
A conspiracy.
It is now widely believed that Paul was behind the original Tumblr post that called for war.
The conspiracy goes something like this.
Trick Tumblr into provoking B. Have the two of them war it out and sit back and watch the fireworks.
Motorcycle Conspiracy Revealed00:05:32
Happy 4th of July.
Yeah, that's trolling.
That's trolling 101.
Just saying.
Alright, yeah, get this fucking internet history and give me a fucking break.
All right.
I could shit out better graphics than what you're fucking portraying here.
Anyway, it was a funny story.
Thank you very much for Gray Steel.
And you're damn right, the left can't mean they can at all.
Anyway, let's continue going.
We're almost done with these fucking $20, $20.
You see, we're getting done.
We're getting them.
We're moving them along.
This next one was requested by unironically ironic.
Unironically ironic said, just a throwback video.
Ghost, would you consider raiding Wings of Redemption or Darkseide Phil just to rip on him a bit?
Here's to a good show.
I would for Darkseide Phil.
I just do not like Wings of Redemption, dude.
I think after he said that there's no honor in fighting a war for your country, this fat piece of shit needs to be deported.
And he needs to be deported to Africa so they could use his fat to warm and clothe and feed a fucking 10,000 villages in Africa.
I'm not even fucking joking around.
All right.
I'm not even kidding.
I do not like fucking Wings of Redemption.
If I ever saw that son of a bitch, I'd fucking punch him right in his fat gut.
All right.
Punch him right in his fat gut and watch gravy come out of his ass right afterwards.
All right.
Anyway, and the reason Darkside Phil is because at least Darkside Phil is acting like a 50-year-old fucking juvenile asshole that never grew up after 15.
And that's a little bit more amusing than some disgruntled fat fuck that thinks he's entitled to the shit that he's given.
So fuck you, Wings of Redemption.
I hope you fucking die of a heart attack on your live stream, you fucking shithead.
Fucking idiot trying to talk shit about America, trying to talk shit about our military.
The audacity of this fat fuck.
The audacity of this fat fuck.
This guy plays Call of Duty non-stop, and yet this guy has the audacity to talk garbage about how there's no honor in fighting for your country.
Get the fuck out of here, you fat fucking loser.
It's the reason you got guys out there fighting abroad is the reason that your fucking fat ass can be a 400, 500 pound piece of tubba shit.
All right.
It's the fact that fucking people are fighting for our freedom is the reason why you can guzzle down and shove fucking Wendy's fucking food products down your goddamn suckhole, you fucking piece of shit.
All right, what is it, Derwicking?
Fuck that.
Throw him in federal prison.
If you're not a nationalist, the nation has no place for you.
We have a free country because we are all entitled to fight and defend this republic.
And the executive, what a cuck.
You're goddamn right.
What a cuck.
You're goddamn right.
I'm telling you, that's why I cannot stand wings of fucking crotch rockets, man.
Fucking crotch rockets.
There's a gang of them out there.
Did y'all hear that shit?
Do you hear that shit?
Fucking people, man.
I fucking can't stand these fucking assholes with these goddamn crotch rockets.
They make me sick.
They make me fucking sick.
Here, I'm going to hex them.
I'm going to hex them.
God, if you could please make one or two of these scumbags that I just heard, if you could just make one of them crash, all right?
Make one of them crash and have their bodies skid for about 300 feet while their goddamn crotch rockets hit an embankment and go, kabaloo!
If you could do that, I would very much appreciate it.
God, amen.
Thank you very much.
Anyway, sorry, folks.
I didn't mean to get off keester there, but good God.
Anyway, let's go on to the next $20, $20 obligating me to watch a YouTube video live on the broadcast.
This one, unironically ironic.
What is this?
Hold on.
What the hell is this?
Hold on, put the PC shot on.
What is this?
Unironically ironic.
What is this?
Oh, I don't want to be a wage cock.
Is that one of these videos?
Jesus fucking Christ.
And what now?
Oh, my God.
You're damn right.
Piano wire for crotch rockets.
I'm thinking about it, dude.
I'm thinking about stretching a fucking piano wire over the fucking street.
And when these motherfuckers just go by, they're airborne, baby.
All right?
They're airborne more than Air Jordan.
They're getting more air than Coke.
Never mind.
Just play unironically ironic's video, please.
Jesus Christ.
Hey, hold on.
What?
Hold on.
What?
We're watching a video.
I hope you liked our drive by motorcycle, motorcycle, All right, we get it.
Stop spamming this shit.
Motorcycle, motorcycle, motorcycle.
Stop spamming this shit.
Motorcycle, Stop spamming this shit.
Get this fucking idiot out of here for Christ's sake, you stupid baguette.
We're listening to unironically ironic's video.
Stop Spamming This Shit00:02:49
All right, so shut the fuck up!
Funs are seafood.
Waste me now.
FUNDS ARE SAFEL!
This ends now.
So what's the next step of your master plan?
Crashing this market, with no seven of us.
Not this time, Bok.
Resist.
And what's up with these twin, like, fucking disgusting plastic surgery face assholes?
I mean, I get they're a meme, but where do these idiots come from?
Look at that.
If my shots, funds are safer.
And who the hell is this disgusting dwarf-looking son of a bitch?
FUNDS ARE SAFER!
Oh, my God.
What a disgusting elf-looking son of a bitch.
What a disgusting-looking elf, half-pint, spinach-eating, barnyard son of a bitch.
Jesus Christ is that it is that fucking it.
I mean, is that it?
I mean, it's just nothing.
What the fuck?
Yes, just that's planned.
Look at the chin on that disgusting human specimen.
Activate crêpes routine.
Look at the chin on that shit.
Jesus Christ.
All right, we get it.
Yeah, thanks a lot.
Real funny, unironically ironic.
Thank you very much for your $20.20 bucker, obligating me to watch this YouTube video.
Gilbert Godfrey Delicacies00:03:35
Let's keep going.
We're almost, we're getting through these pretty fast, to say the least, dude.
So let's go ahead and go to Noble Savage.
Noble Savage requested a $20.20 bucker, obligating me to watch this YouTube video.
And he said, Gilbert Godfrey, my favorite comedian, he would be my spirit animal if that was possible.
Here you go, ghost.
Him and David Hasselhoff, or him versus David Hasselhoff.
All right, let's go ahead and take a look at this.
And we all know Noble Savage, dude.
He loves Gilbert Godfrey.
Let's see this Gilbert Godfrey Britt.
The last one was just unbelievable, horrible, just vile, disgusting.
You know what I'm saying?
So anyway, Noble Savage requested this one for a $20, $20.
Let's go ahead and do this.
Put the PC shot on.
Here it is.
Another Gilbert Godfrey.
It looks like a roaster.
Is Gilbert Gottfried?
What the hell is this?
Why is there no video?
The word chromosomes.
And I always seem to look like someone just squirted lemon juice in my eyes.
What?
Let's all welcome America's creepy uncle, Gilbert Gottfried.
Looks like this is only audio here.
The Hoff gets Gilbert Gottfried, huh?
All right, let's all listen together.
McFarlane.
Come on, everyone.
Take it easy on Seth.
It's got to be hard for him to do a roast, especially because the Simpsons haven't done it yet.
Rip off.
Calling him out.
Calling out Seth McFarland.
If only the Simpsons would wipe its ass in front of Seth McFarlane, he could learn to do it too.
Oh, shamely Seth McFarlane's bulky.
Hey, hey, hold on.
Hey, hey, we're fucking tuning into something.
What is this?
I am we Todd did.
Fucking piece of fuck you asshole.
All right.
Play the rest of this, please.
layers of unwhite excrement and shame because the simpsons haven't done it yet lisa lampanelli i'm told lisa had a little bit of trouble choosing what to wear this evening She couldn't decide between the honey.
Can you all fuck off?
Who the fuck is this?
What now?
Derwicking, this is no matchup at all.
The Hoff is what is this?
Ubermensched?
Ubermensched?
What the hell is that?
Is that some fucking foreign word?
I don't know.
I don't give a shit.
Talk to me in American.
Every self-respecting German loves the Hoff.
He was obviously banging Pam Anderson.
Yeah, who wasn't?
All right.
Who hasn't been in Pam Anderson for Christ's sake, man?
I mean, that bitch has got so much meat in her.
That bitch could become a fucking delicatessen.
That bitch is so fucking...
All right, look.
Can we just watch fucking Gilbert Godfrey, please?
Jesus Christ.
No slices.
Lisa, I have one question.
Magic Lamp Prank Joke00:06:53
Where are all the black guys you claim to be having sex with?
Do you really think that in this day and age, there's a single black guy who would be caught dead inside anyone who's the size of a slave ship?
Ha ha ha!
Oh!
Oh!
He has an important role in African-American history!
It turns out the last black man to pick cotton was yanking out her tampon.
Oh, God.
What the fuck?
I'm losing listeners because of this guy.
I'm losing listeners.
Here's a joke.
Pam Anderson is walking on a beach.
She stumbles upon a magic lamp.
Hold on, Jesus Christ.
Who the fuck is donating here?
All right, what is this?
I am fuck off.
I'm not saying that, you stupid idiot.
All right, put that back some here.
Put that back some.
All right, stop disrupting the fucking goddamn fucking clip here.
I'm losing listeners listening to this shit.
She stumbles upon a magic lamp.
She rubs the lamp, a genie pops out.
And the genie says, I'm here to grant you one wish.
Pam says, I want you to make VIP the hit show it should have been.
The genie says, even with all my power, I can't do that.
Can I grant you a different wish?
So Pam says, okay, can you make my vagina tight again?
Oh, my God.
He says, let me take another look at ZIP.
She's a whore.
She's a fucking whore.
David Hasselhoff walks into a bar every morning and then he stays there till it closes.
Yeah, everybody knows that Hasselhoff has a little bit of a problem with a drink.
You know, I've always heard that David Hasselhoff has sold millions in Germany.
But like a lot of stories out of Germany, those numbers are probably inflated, if not a complete hoax.
David Hasselhoff is running on the beach in slow motion.
He stumbles upon a magic lamp.
He rubs the lamp.
Jesus Christ, what now?
Oh my God.
What's the difference between dog shit and niggers?
When dog shit gets old, it turns white and quits stinking.
Oh, dude, come on with the racist fucking jokes, man.
You stop the video for that racist shit.
Here's this ghost WC joke time shit, man.
Whoever the fuck you are, you're a racist prick.
Shut the fuck up.
All right?
Shut the fuck up and back the fuck up before he gets smacked the fuck up, you racist prick.
All right, put it back.
We're almost done with the Gilbert Godfrey shit.
play it in slow motion he stumbles upon a magic lamp he rubs the lamp a genie pops out And says, I'm here to grant you one wish.
David says, can you make Baywatch nights the hit show it should have been?
The genie says, I've seen Baywatch Nights, and even with all my power, I can't make that show any good.
You'll have to pick a different wish.
So David thinks and says, can you make Pamela Anderson's vagina tight again?
You fucking dirty whore.
You're a dirty whore.
The genie says, no, no, a thousand times.
No.
There's nothing that can be done about Pamela Anderson's face.
And then David Hasseloff says, okay, can you make me a great singer?
So the genie thinks and then goes, Al Kazam, you're a great singer.
Well, David Hasseloff immediately embarks on a singing tour.
And the genie laughs his ass off.
He goes, oh my God.
Look at that Hatchloff out there thinking he can sing.
What an asshole.
Genie Tenth's no greater joke has ever been played on a dumber target.
Oh my God.
What?
What?
Oh, my God.
What's the worst part about going down on a black girl?
Hot in mouth.
Oh my God.
Fucking Tae.
You gotta be shitting me, man.
You gotta be shitting me with that sick, fucking racist joke, man.
What the fuck?
What the actual fuck?
Oh my God, dude.
I'm so.
I don't condone that, folks, okay?
I do not condone what the hell these people are fucking.
That's fucking sick, dude.
That's fucking sick.
Can we end here with fucking Gilbert Godfrey and not Tawe's fucked up fucking racist joke?
Look at that Hatcheloff out there thinking he can sing.
What an asshole.
That genie tense, no greater joke has ever been played on a dumber target.
They should call him asshole hoff.
What a mean-spirited prank that genie played on that asshole that day.
Good night.
Are you kidding?
That was the ending joke.
That was the ending joke.
He could have ended with a better joke than that, dude.
But that was fairly humorous, to say the least.
All right, Noble Savage.
Cheers to Noble Savage for requesting that one right there.
Musical Blasphemy Played00:08:36
And once again, if you're listening to the broadcast and you think that you want me to listen to some damn YouTube video, all you got to do is go to that damn link that you see right in front of your face right there.
StreamElements.com slash ghostpolitics slash tip.
$20.20 and I'll fucking be a jackass and be obligated to watch whatever the fuck it is that you want me to watch.
Watch.
Some of these pricks are going to be like, hey, how about some anime going?
So anyway, aesthetic.
Aesthetic in the house.
He said, hey guys, I played a game of Fortnite with Ghost and Jackler yesterday.
However, ghost sucked a cut.
Yo, fuck yourself, aesthetic.
You were in a bush jerking off.
All right.
You were in a bush jerking off while I was out there trying to engage the enemy, you fucking baguette.
All right?
Stupid fucking baguette.
Anyway, let's go ahead and see what the hell Aesthetic has requested here because he's a lying son of a bitch.
All right.
He's a goddamn liar.
He's a goddamn lying son of a bitch.
And oh, of course, aesthetic.
Of course, a flaming musclehead homo like yourself would enjoy this fruity ass grease movie for fuck's sake.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, wait a minute.
Hold on.
Is this musical blasphemy?
Is this a mashup musical blasphemy bunch of shit?
Tell you, buddy, it's a.
Who's doing this?
Who the hell is making metal fucking songs and shit like this?
It's fucking stupid.
Hey, but this is aesthetic, folks.
All right?
This is the kind of shit aesthetic looks at late at night.
I mean, is anybody really digging this stupid fucking death metal version of the stupid Grease song?
I hate grease, dude.
Anybody who liked Greece was obviously a closet homosexual.
Look at this fucking baguette.
Nastron 1911 likes it.
And of course, Pettis, his fucking asshole puckered when he started hearing that shit.
What?
Oh, my God.
What do you call 1-0 niggers in a steam room?
Guerrillas in the mist.
Fucking race.
Dude, stop with the racist jokes.
Stop with the fucking racist jokes.
What does a nigger use a brick for?
A down payment on a TV?
Have you heard about the new pack of Rodney King playing cards?
51 clubs and one spade.
What's the difference between a fucking and a boy scout?
The boy scout comes back from his camp.
Look, enough of the racist jokes, man!
All right, I want to put it on the record right now that I do not condone what these people are saying.
These people are sick, demented, fucking racist assholes.
I am not a racist.
I am a melting pot of friendship.
Don't listen to these fucking dickless assholes, alright?
Play the rest of this fucking aesthetic fucking whack-off goddamn musical blasphemy bullshit.
I mean, who wastes their time making a fucking metal version of this gay song?
SERIOUSLY, MAN!
For fuck's sake, do you- It's almost done.
Thank God.
Thank fucking God.
It's what now?
What?
What now?
What do you call five niggers hanging from a tree?
A Mississippi wind chime.
Dude, what the fuck is up with you fucking people with these racist jokes?
What the fuck is up with this crap, man?
For Christ's sake!
And can we end this stupid fucking death metal fucking grease song for Christ's sake?
Of course.
Of course, muscle ass over here likes this.
This is so fucking stupid.
Stupid fucking bullshit, dude.
Stupid fucking bullshit.
Real funny aesthetic, huh?
Real fucking funny.
I bet you think you're so cute.
Stupid son of a bitch.
And by the way, what is this?
Geno X 1987!
A different type of Safari.
Play at 3704.
Jeez, please, no.
No more safaris, please.
All right.
No more fucking safaris.
And by the way, I got to play the Pet Mexicans video, which is next.
All right, fucking the Pet Mexican, because all these people donated to fucking play his video.
Here it is.
He goes, Oye Amigo Muchas Gracias Mi Carnal.
What?
The field of local library.
Oh, great.
Look at the name on this one.
Why aren't there any Walmarts in Afghanistan?
Because there is a target on every corner.
Oh, Jesus, dude.
Enough of the racist jokes, please, man.
Come on, man.
Anyway, the Pet Mexican said, here is a $5 down payment for my Inner Circle Black Titanium credit card.
And he put a video.
So we're going to play this video for this goddamn chalupa chomp and piece of fat jelly ass, bean and cheese eating tamale sucking piece of crap.
So let's go ahead and do it.
The pet Mexican, here it is.
He fucking requested this and asked people, please, can you please donate to my video so that ghost can play my video?
All I've got is $5.50.
Please tell me it's all I've got.
What?
Cloudzack!
Hey, watch this internet artifact.
This internet artifact.
All right, well, let's, all right, we get it.
All right, here it is.
All right.
Anyway, here's the Pet Mexicans video that many of you fucking helped pay for.
What now, Tae?
Oh, my God!
Your grandma got passed around so many times by black guys that they started calling her Spalding.
Fucking calling her Spalding.
Fuck you, asshole, all right?
And fuck you and your racist jokes.
All of you!
All of you, you fucking idiots.
Anyway, let's play the Pet Mexicans video.
Remember, many of you contributed this, so I hope that you like it.
All of you milky liquors that contributed to this stupid shit.
What now?
What?
Here's a sick name again.
Oh, my God.
Why did the Jews roam the desert for 400 years?
Pet Mexican Video Time00:04:09
Someone lost a quarter.
Oh, for Christ's sake.
All right, shut up, dude.
All right.
Enough of the fucking racist jokes, you fucking shithead.
Anyway, here's the Pet Mexicans video that many of you paid for.
So I hope that you're happy.
Play it.
You put a hole in the wall.
I'm pretty sure we all saw that viral clip out of China where the guy is like kicking this TV and it doesn't break.
And if you guys are anything like me, you probably googled it and tried to find out some more information.
Like, what is this TV?
Who makes it?
And is the thing?
Are you shitting me?
You've got to be.
You've got to be shitting me.
There's no information out there.
This is what you motherfuckers help the Pet Mexican pay for.
Are you crapping me?
I am assured by the friend of the guy who runs the warehouse that ships our LTTStore.com merchandise that this is in fact the kick-proof TV.
Unfortunately, all the packaging is in Chinese.
I don't know what this brand is.
I don't know who this guy is.
And I don't see any indication on either side of this packaging that this thing is in fact kick resistant, let alone kick-proof.
But I'm going to kick it anyway.
Not yet.
Yeah, that's great, you fucking stupid fucking fresh book accounting software is customized.
No, you're not getting any bad time on my shit.
I got that.
Hold on.
Good one tonight.
What is that?
Good one tonight.
Marshall Burnsey.
Yeah, thank you very much, Marshall Burnsey.
And there's another one by Train Lover567.
Oh man, now they're starting to pile up, dude.
All right, now they're starting to pile up for Christ's sake.
Now, here it comes.
Basically, Jesus Christ.
I thought we were getting by them really quick.
And why am I watching this flaming homo?
Tiny swam.
Who puts that on their box?
Who cares?
So it must be 55-inch, 4K.
Get to the fucking point, dude.
I think it's priced.
Okay, we got it.
Set it up.
You're setting it up now.
All right.
Let me call you assholes wasting time so the damn thing could be over 10 minutes.
You think we're stupid?
Hurry up.
This is like finally.
So that's the thing: one of the things that Apple did so well on their mobile devices over the last 10 years is reducing the air gap between the front glass and the actual.
Who gives a shit?
That air gap is where you get a lot of this.
Yeah, you know what?
You got a big air gap in your asshole.
Can you fucking hurry up and get done with this, please?
You fucking fruit bowl.
Is it broken?
Did it break?
Well, why are you guys making those noises?
Okay.
Don't worry, this controller is already a dead one.
This time, I'm going for like a big sideways slash.
Did it break?
No.
Like the whole TV was like where'd I hit it?
This part.
Wow, it didn't wait.
Look, it didn't work.
Look at that.
Audio number two.
Look at this.
How come they're not selling this shit in stores today?
Capture the flag.
You got one more cap, and this 10-year-old shrieking into the microphone, no spooky from across the freaking map.
Holy shit, though.
There's plastic residue from the controller that I'm wiping off the TV.
Do you see that?
The residue?
So that's not part of the TV.
I go like that, it's gone.
Of course, you didn't pay good money to see.
Where's that TV?
Kick it.
So we're going to start with a simple opposed to what they do in the viral video, which, honestly speaking, was pretty weak sauce.
I'm going to take my shoe off, but they basically went like this.
Okay.
Wow, dude, that's pretty impressive.
I mean, I'm hitting it reasonably hard.
I think we've got the same TV.
Now let's kick it up a notch.
Kick it up a notch?
Look at this free ass.
Breaking The TV Set00:03:03
Give me a break.
And distilling.
What's the difference between a black guy and a trampoline?
You take your shoes off to jump on a trampoline.
Hey, dude, come on, man.
Distilling.
Don't promote this shit, man.
Don't promote this shit.
Oh, God.
Not you, distilling, dude.
Not fucking you.
All right, let's watch this fucking homo try to break this TV here, all right?
No.
Do I need to be cool?
Yeah, I'd be cool.
Okay.
I'm Dennis.
Hi, I'm Dennis.
I am Dennis.
I am Elinus Teeps Cockwasher.
I go into a bathroom.
I wash cock.
Get the fuck out of here.
This time you've got some friends over.
They're playing charades and they've had a little bit too much talk.
The clue is Power Rangers.
Jackie Chan.
Gymnastics.
Oh, no, that's not racist.
Glasses.
Nerd.
What lady?
Oh, oh, Dennis.
Oh, my God.
Oh, look at it.
Did he break it?
I see a mark.
Where?
Oh, my God.
Oh, nothing.
Oh, my God.
Where is this TV?
Where the fuck is this TV?
David.
Taekwondo Black Belt.
Jesus Christ.
Fucking Tim casts his scuffed brother or some shit.
Single.
One-year ballet.
Not single.
You're in a double.
Wait.
New scenario.
You invite over a friend to check out this sweet new Tybo, you know, video that you've been following along to.
Tybo?
Enthusiastic.
Hey, way to age yourself.
Fucking Tybo.
I haven't heard of Tybo since 1997.
What the fuck, Tybo?
Oh, my God.
And there's the hole.
You put a hole in the wall.
You put a hole in the wall.
Wait, wait.
James, a little bit of jiu-jitsu, a little bit of kickboxing.
A little bit of neckbeard.
A little bit of forever.
You got someone over there.
And you decide to just kind of rough house and wrestle in the living room.
So this one's really fun.
You just put your feet together like this.
And the idea is that the right foot must stay planted.
You can only make contact with just your right hand, so it's like, uh, kind of, yeah.
No, it's not good.
Oh!
Jesus Christ, they're giving this a pretty big looking, dude.
Yay, spaghetti.
Yay.
Distilling's pet tard.
Yay, spaghetti.
All right, dude, that's enough.
All right.
Whoever the fuck is doing that, that's about enough of this shit.
You fucking jerk dick.
All right, we're watching fruity ass Linus trying to get freaky with a TV here.
All right, come on.
Rough House Wrestling Match00:14:55
Okay.
I didn't know you were going to go right then.
But it's good.
So that was that one is it wasn't quite as sharp a point of contact, but that was my full body weight.
Huh.
I want that tail.
Oh, here we go.
Quintessential neckbeard right here.
That's a lot of body weight going in the back of that punch.
There's some residue again.
Is this where you hit it?
Yeah.
I mean, that's where you hit it.
Let's see.
Does it wipe off?
People are complaining that it's a little glossy.
It's a little glary.
Viewing angles kind of suck, but is it as advertised?
Yeah.
For better or for worse, whatever your reason for needing a kick-proof TV is, this thing is kick-proof AF.
Jesus Christ.
I can't believe it.
No kidding.
No kidding.
This thing actually held up.
That was with shoes.
I mean, okay.
Sounds.
But the bottom of them are shoe-like.
The HD6.
All right.
He's going to throw an advertisement here.
Anyway, that was rather impressive there, pet Mexican.
I didn't realize that you were that techie.
I figured that the extent of your tech would be, you know, putting in a spark plug to a 67 Chevy that's sitting on cement blocks or some shit.
But you surprised me with that one.
All right.
You surprised me with that one.
All right.
How many more of these do we have?
We just got some more in more $20, $20.
We got one.
We got one.
Hold on.
Hold on.
We're going to count all these.
We got one, two, three, four, five.
Five more.
Five more.
All right.
What's faster than a speeding bullet?
A Jew with a coupon.
Oh, dude, come on, dude.
Listen, enough of the damn racist joke.
Seriously, man.
All right.
I mean, come on.
I mean, is it the new snow moon that's doing this?
You know that tonight is the full snow moon.
Have y'all heard about this?
This is the official snow moon tonight.
I'm looking outside my window right now and I can see the piercing radiant full moon.
And I think this is what's getting all you idiots all riled up and making y'all want to be a bunch of sick, demented, fucked up fucking racists.
And I really don't appreciate it.
I don't appreciate it one bit.
I think you've all been there.
Y'all better stop.
All right.
Y'all better fucking stop or I'll tell you something right now.
I'll fucking end this goddamn show before the John Jones fight so I can go and at least have myself some fucking chicken wings, watch John Jones kick whoever the hell he's competing, some Mexican or something, watch him kick his ass and have myself a good Saturday night instead of being belittled by a bunch of pieces of shit racist like you.
All right.
And shut up.
Don't tell me I won't.
I'll do it.
I'll fucking do it.
So shut the fuck up before I get the fuck out of here.
I'm not even kidding around.
All right.
Jesus fucking Christ.
All right.
Can we move on here?
Who else do we got?
We got, is that it, really?
Jesus Christ.
I'm really surprised.
I thought we got them loaded up, but we're getting by these goddamn $20, $20 really fucking fast.
So thank God.
Thank God.
And shut up.
Don't tell me that I'm giving empty threats, boy, all right?
I've done it before and I'll do it again.
And you people will get all pissed off.
Y'all will start calling me all kinds of names when I do it.
But let me tell you something.
If I do do it, you fuckers.
You fuckers made it happen.
You fuckers made it a reality.
So shut the fuck up, man.
I'm not kidding around.
All right, let's go to the next $20, $20, obligating me to watch a YouTube video.
This is Geno X 1987.
Geno X 1987 requested this, and he said, a different type of safari.
Play at 3704.
All right, we'll go ahead.
3704.
Here it is.
Once again, viewer discretion is advised because this is Geno X 1987.
And he does like to kind of, he does like to kind of fucking do some sick bullshit.
So once again, viewer discretion is advised.
I don't know what he's playing.
So here it is, Geno X 1987.
What is this shit?
Hold on, pause this.
Hold on.
What?
Oh, my God.
Just tipping the whore.
Fuck you, idiot.
Fucking red-eyes, black dragon, you taint-tonguing, fucking adult theater-licking, pansexual Peter Puffer.
Don't you fucking call me a whore, man.
I am not a whore.
I'm a broadcaster, you fucking idiot.
I'm a broadcaster.
All right, play the rest.
This is Geno X 1987, for Christ's sake, all right?
What is this?
The rape of Richard Beck.
What the fuck is this shit?
Can you fuck off?
Can you fuck off for Christ's sake?
And what is this?
You skip mine scambler.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Hold on a second.
Hold on just a second.
Hold on.
Yours is.
Yeah, no shit.
Where the hell did yours go?
No shit.
I knew you requested one.
Hold on.
Where is your fucking shit?
Derwicking, Derwicking, 335.
Why don't I see it?
Why don't I see it on this fucking list, dude?
Oh, no, there is Derwicking.
Jesus Christ.
I can't believe I missed it.
I'll play yours next, dude.
I play yours next.
My apologies.
Thank you for reminding me, dude.
I appreciate that shit.
Anyway, let's play Geno X 1987s, and then we're going to go to Derwicking's thereafter.
you for reminding me.
Okay, isn't this the guy that plays the general on Rambo?
And what now?
Why is Ray Charles happy?
Because he doesn't know he's black.
Ah, dude, please stop, man.
Rope millennial.
How was copper wire invented?
Two Jews fighting over a penny.
All right, dude, I've had enough of this, dude.
Seriously, stop the fucking racist jokes, okay?
This is not funny.
I mean, I'm serious.
Is it the full moon that's getting the hair in the back of your neck all standing up and making y'all want to be a bunch of racist pricks?
And whoever's laughing at these, you're taking it in the ass.
Anybody who laughs in the chat room takes it in the ass.
All right?
Now shut the fuck up and let's watch Geno X 1987's fucking video.
Fucking idiot.
Hey, what is this, Gino?
Is this old man gonna get raped or something?
What is this shit?
What the fuck is it?
What am I watching here?
What is this?
Turn just a little bit so I can kill you.
Oh no.
I can just see this one little freckle thing on your neck.
Maybe I'll blow a hole in it.
Sonny!
Sonny, get back here, man.
I caught me a live prat.
You don't want to do this, mister.
Shut up.
What the fuck?
Clear your throat too loud, and I'm going to open it up.
Are you going to stand up and take your friend with you?
Pick it up!
Your friend!
Pick up your friend!
Jesus Christ, what kind of sick shit is this?
Just keep holding your pal up there, real tight, both hands.
Why'd your father was down here, mister?
You ready to.
It's a fucking dummy.
What's the matter?
You don't believe I'm gonna kill you?
Maybe you're just stupid.
Holy shit.
Don't do this.
Don't be a fool.
The Bible says, call thou no man a fool.
You're afraid, ain't you?
You don't want us to kill you.
What the fuck?
You know, Gino, where do you find this shit?
I don't want to die.
Say, Damn, you say it!
I don't want to die.
There.
I told you, Sonny, he doesn't want to die.
We don't want to kill you, mister.
But I'm afraid we're going to have to.
You want my money?
Huh?
Go ahead, take it.
Me?
I don't want nothing.
Why?
What the fuck?
Something what the fuck The cop.
He's a copper.
Sonny, we got us a cop.
We got us a pig.
Dude, I don't like the looks of this.
I don't like the looks of this scene whatsoever.
I gotta back up.
Yeah!
I don't see any.
I think you're all by yourself here.
Hey, Sonny.
You ever hunted pig before?
Don't tell me, dude.
Don't tell me this is gonna happen.
No.
No!
I'm gonna go first.
Oh no!
No, no, man.
What the fuck?
What the fuck, no?
Sonny's old lady walked out on him last month.
You know, he's really not a bad guy.
He's just lonely.
You're gonna love it.
Oh, my God.
He's gonna get.
This is gonna happen, isn't it?
This is some squeal like a pig fucking rape scene is about to happen.
Uh-oh.
That was stupid, pig.
Now you've got a choice.
Or this or a sunny one.
Come on, Sonny.
Let me hear you say you like Sonny.
Don't do this.
I swear you will.
I know Sonny will.
You want him to?
You came down here for this, didn't you?
Say it.
Say it.
Please go.
Oh my god, no.
Yes, yes, yes.
Look at me, Peter.
Look at Eve.
Oh, my God.
No, please don't do it, dude.
Please don't do it, you sick homos!
Don't do it.
No!
They're gonna fuck no, that was a commercial break?
That was a fucking commercial break or something?
What the fuck was that?
Yo, Ray, should I kill him?
They already raped him.
Look, there's the pants.
There's the pants.
He looks like he's bare assed.
Oh, dude.
Who's he going to tell?
Tell anyone.
I won't tell anyone.
I won't tell anyone.
My ass is bleeding.
These fuckers raped an old cop.
These guys raped old man ass.
Yo, Ray.
I'm gonna go for a ride.
Oh, my God.
All right, that's enough, dude.
Look at this guy.
They left this guy bare assed on a fucking on some shit mattress in the fucking gutter somewhere.
Oh my god.
All right, I've had enough of this, dude.
That's they're proud of this.
These fuckers are proud of this crap.
Jesus Christ, and what did this guy was this guy with his backup just fucking looking watching from behind a corner?
Oh my god, I wish I could have gone in and saved him, but I there's no sense in both of us getting our asses fucked.
I mean, oh my God, oh my God, dude, he's a rape victim.
Oh my god.
This is all right, that's enough.
All right, that's it.
All right, thank you very much, Geno X1987.
Of course, you would be fucking, you know, requesting some sick, demented shit like this.
Oh my god, man.
He just got pause hold.
It's so fucking sad.
Scared War Victim Story00:02:24
I don't even know what to say after that, folks.
I mean, seriously, I have no idea what the fuck to say after something like that.
Oh my god.
Shut up, fucking you idiots and ghosts.
You wish that was you.
Go fuck yourself, asshole.
All right.
That was horrible.
All right.
I mean, this is an unwilling man that had his cheeks busted open by a bunch of fucking street punks.
Oh my god, dude, that's fucking gross.
All right, we're moving on.
Derwicking, my apologies, dude.
I did not mean to fucking skip your shit.
Here it is.
We're going to go to Derwicking and Derwicking.
What the hell did you say on this?
You said that, ghost, I know you like war.
To quote a great man of history, do you want total war?
Hair Goebbels.
Here's the scene from a man of honor fighting to defend their country and the greater realm against Marxist hordes.
All right, let's go ahead and take a look at some of this.
Once again, Derwicking requested this.
And my apologies, Derwicking.
Here it is.
Let's go ahead and play it.
All right, here it is.
They're wicking.
Fucking Charlie!
Huh?
You like war films?
Why in the hell would you stand up?
Can you speak to me an American son?
Grenade In The Trenches00:02:49
this guy looks like he's scared shitless that's what happens in war man Sometimes people get so scared.
They crawl up in a fetal position and just fucking never get up.
Come on!
What is this?
What?
Oh my god.
What is long, black, and smells?
The unemployment line.
Dude, Toue and all of you racists, can you please fuck off with the stupid fucking racist jokes?
I'm not racist, okay?
I am not a racist.
I'm a melting pot of friendship, and I don't want the folks on Periscope to, you know, get a false impression because of all you sick assholes, all right?
I'm a melting pot of friendship.
I happen to have a whole bunch of friends that happen to be all kinds of races.
So for you to be sitting here and spreading that hate, you people are a bunch of shit.
I don't condone this, okay?
I don't condone this.
All right, let's watch a little bit more of this here, okay?
The Rikki requested this.
Popping Blackheads Scene00:03:46
Is he gonna make it?
He's going to fucking try to do a sneak attack, throw a fucking grenade, some kind of explosive device into their trench.
you're definitely going to be hearing some ringing after that.
See, it took one brave man to make a move so that the rest can advance.
And that's what I'm talking about.
Advance nothing like the old trench warfare, isn't it?
Look at these guys.
They're battle-hardened.
These guys are battle-hardened.
You can't hear him.
He's fucking concussed!
Hey, hold on.
What now?
What?
Why do cops have really clear skin?
They're great at popping blackheads.
What?
Why do cops have really clear skin?
They're good at popping blackheads.
All right, dude.
We're going to play this for a couple more seconds.
I mean, Jesus Christ, with these racist jokes, man.
Not a bad war scene there, Derwecky.
Not a bad war scene at all, dude.
And, of course, the post scenes of war, looking at dead, looking at the dead, you know, really, really, really messes with your psyche once you see a dead body.
Messes with your psyche, man.
Anyway, thank you, Derwicking.
We're going to let this go to about seven minutes and we're going to move on, dude.
Dead Bodies Mess With Psyche00:15:19
You're tasting this brother's blood.
And that's another thing.
That's another thing that happens.
That's another thing that happens.
You tend to become freaked out once you're a little battle-hardened when it comes to warfare.
That's when you start chopping people's heads off and taking fucking pictures with chopped heads, you know, on your hand.
And, you know, you start taking pictures with dead bodies and shit like that.
I'm not kidding around.
You either go one way or the other.
You either go one way that kind of puts you in a position where you don't ever want to see scenes like that again, or you just embrace it and become some fucking sick fucking killer, man.
So it is what it is.
Thank you very much there, Derwicking.
I really do appreciate it.
That was very dramatic, to say the least.
And I'm glad that you caught that I skipped yours, dude, because I did not want to skip that one.
That was actually a pretty good video.
Anyway, let's continue on.
Thank you once again, Derwicking.
That was actually pretty fucking cool.
Let's go to Cloud Zach.
Cloudzack is the next $20, $20, and we're getting through with these, dude.
We are getting through with these.
All right.
We're not going to spend all night.
We're almost done with them.
I'm not joking.
Now, if you folks could please refrain from donating any more $20, $20, I'd appreciate it.
What is this?
Oh, my God!
I'm a Moron.
Fuck, fuck you, asshole.
I'm a Moron.
You fuck.
Fuck you, asshole.
I got your Moron right fucking here, right?
Go ask your mother about her moron.
She'll tell you, alright?
She'll fucking tell you, you fucking sorry sack of shit.
All right, let's move on.
Cloudzack requested this one and he said, hey, watch this internet artifact.
Alright, that's Clouds Act 1090.
Let's see what internet artifact Clouds Act 1090 is talking about.
What is this?
A freaking funny Star Wars what?
Oh, no.
Oh, no.
Princess Leia, I'm gonna destroy your home planet Alderaan.
Oh, yeah?
Ready for this?
We're in outer space.
Anybody that's in outer space, isn't it?
Excuse me.
Oh, you're not going to be able to do it.
What the fuck?
Yeah, what button do I push the blow up, Aldorand?
453.
Yeah, yeah.
Hang on.
I can't believe we're in outer space.
Yeah, okay, yeah, they got it.
Yeah, thanks.
Man, this is a 2007 clip.
Why don't you tell me that you can't get it?
You can tell.
God.
Reckon you better be fixing them drawers after dinner, boy.
But I was going to Tassi Station to pick up some power converters.
Sorry, boy.
It'll be harvest time soon.
But Uncle Owen, I don't want to be a farmer.
I want to join the Academy.
Well, you keep whining and you'll be joining the Academy of my foot up your ass.
Owen!
I got one foot left for you, Cora.
But I want to join the Academy now, or I'll scream.
No one can hear you scream in space, boy.
No wonder Cloudzat 1090 said that this was an internet artifact.
Fix the stupid droids.
Where's the My Little Hammer?
Mr. Luke, are you sure you were qualified to operate on droids?
Are you kidding me?
I'm the best technician there ever was.
Oh, good.
Then how will you perform the deoxidization of our tissue in the central process?
Nine and a half minutes of this shit?
Well, I guess I'll start by jabbing the screwdriver in his eye a few times.
Whoa!
Elvis, Obi-Wan, Kenobi.
You're my only hope.
Eldenly, Obi-Nebraska.
Darth Vader smacked Princess Leia's ass.
Mr. Luke.
That is a hologram.
Yeah, well, how do you get her to shut up?
Sir, aren't you the master technician?
Do you know?
You're right.
Oh, my God.
Give me a break.
Fucking Incels 2003, right fucking there, man.
No one can hear you scream in space, boy.
So I said, okay, I'll fix the droids.
And then I stabbed R2 in the eye with the screwdriver and he goes, eh.
And then the smallest girl you ever saw in your life jumps out and she goes, help me, Obi-Wan.
Help me, Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan.
Now that's a name that I haven't heard in a long time.
Are you, Obi-Wan?
Well, I hope so.
I'm wearing his underpants.
Oh, Jesus Christ, dude.
Come on.
Huh?
I'll forget it.
Let's go back to my cave.
A long time ago, your father gave me something.
I mean, who has time, effort, and energy to fucking do shit like this?
I sure did, Luke.
We had our day, I tell you.
Ah, yes, here it is.
Your father's lightsaber.
Wow.
Let me try it.
Here it goes.
It's just vibrating.
Oh, no.
Come on, man!
Ah, yes, here it is.
Tickle chop-off, Darth Vader!
Let's go find a pilot.
And shut up.
This ain't boomer humor, you fucking idiots.
This is Star Wars nerdy bullshit.
What the fuck are you talking about?
You don't need to see your identification.
These aren't the droids you're looking for.
These aren't the droids we're looking for.
You're a complete moron.
I'm a complete moron.
Here, take my pants with you for luck.
Here, take my pants with you for luck.
Oh, my God.
What the hell is that on his ass?
Hello, there's fucking Alf chilling out at this goddamn alien bar.
Hey, bartender!
Have you seen hands so often?
Come on, pause this.
Pause this shit.
What?
What do you say to a girl with two black eyes?
Nothing.
You already told the bitch twice.
Oh, my God, dude.
Look, enough of these stupid fucking jokes on text-to-speech, okay?
Enough of these goddamn jokes on text-to-speech.
They're fucking horrible.
Enough!
Jesus Christ, man!
Fucking Tewee.
Now let's watch a couple of more minutes of this scuffed-ass, ridiculous, unregistered Hyper Cam 2 fucking 2003 internet artifact bullshit!
Jesus Christ!
Well, thanks a lot, Isaac!
For shizzle!
My nizzle!
For shizzle?
Are you hand solo?
Who wants to know, kid?
We need a pilot to take us to Alderan.
What's gonna cost you, kid?
We can reward you greatly for your services.
Yeah?
Well, how much are we talking here?
We will gladly pay you the sum of three cobras.
Snakes.
Why'd it have to be snakes?
I hate snakes.
Is this supposed to be humorous, dude?
I mean, I'm waiting for the humor here.
You've got yourself a pilot, old...
Welcome to Alderan.
I don't recall there being so many flying rocks and skulls.
Yeah, well, let's not forget about Archu's bachelor party.
Hey, maybe that small moon had something to do with it.
Ah, jeez.
That's not a small moon, you idiot.
That's a giant space station.
Well, whatever it is, it's sucking us in.
Hang on!
I'm letting this go to seven minutes and I'm moving on.
I mean, this is cringe, dude.
Clouds at 1090, you're damn right.
This is an internet artifact.
You go get Princess Leia, and I'll take care of Darth.
Oh, and by the way, Luke.
Testing.
May the force be with me.
There's a strong signal coming from this room.
I'm going in, kid.
Don't you know how to knock?
Oh, jeez, he's taking a dunk.
Just get out of my way.
Snakes.
Why did it have to be snakes?
Why is he looking at the toilet bowl asking about snakes?
Why is he looking at the shit bowl asking about snakes?
Don't worry, Luke.
I've got a plan.
I...
Too easy, baby.
Ben!
No!
I think I've had enough of this.
I've had enough.
All right, I've had enough.
I think we know how this ends, okay?
Anyway, I can't believe Cloudzack, you even know about this.
People are saying, ban whoever fucking asked for this.
This is obviously old school 2003 internet.
And by God, you can tell a definite discrepancy between the humor of then to the humor of now.
I mean, the humor of now is all these goddamn anti-Semitic racist fucking jokes that these assholes are saying on text-to-speech.
All right.
That's modern humor.
That's great.
That's fucking great.
Anyway, let's go to the next one.
Thank you, Cloudzack 1090, even though you were getting pretty old school.
And I mean old school internet there.
Let's go ahead and get to the next one here.
Marshall Bernsey requested this $20, $20, obligating me to watch a YouTube video here.
And this one, he says, I found a good one tonight.
So Marshall Bernsey requested this and said he found a good one.
And what the hell is this?
Uh-oh, no.
No.
Viewer discretion is advised, folks.
What we're about to do is witness scenes from urban America.
So once again, viewer discretion and advise.
And while you're watching this, if you could please refrain from saying, World star, we would really appreciate it, okay?
Here we go.
Marshall Bernsey requested this.
Here we go.
Here it is.
Scenes from Urban America while the rest of us.
Hold on.
What?
Hyperion.
What's the difference between a black man and Batman?
Batman can go inside a store without robbing.
Oh, God.
Listen, dude.
The Hyperion Corporation, why the hell would you say a joke like that when we're about to see scenes from urban America?
Yeah, I mean, seriously, man.
While the rest of us law-abiding citizens are at work, all right, making a living, this is what's happening in urban America.
All right, here it is.
Put the PC shot on.
Marshall Bernsey requested this.
Here it is.
Scenes from Urban America.
Uh-oh.
Uh-oh.
Look at all those people.
Oh, knock that bitch in her head.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
She needs some milk.
She needs some milk.
Oh, somebody busted some caps.
Somebody just busted caps.
Oh, my God.
Scenes from urban America, folks.
Thanks, Obama, by the way.
Thanks a lot, Obama.
Man, motherfucker just came out and started busting caps out of nowhere.
busting caps out of nowhere and please while we're watching these urban scenes from america if you could please refrain from saying world star
Look, Trey Baker, Trey back again, baby.
What do you say, baby?
Well, I don't know what you said.
I don't even know what you're talking about.
I mean come on man Don't any of you folks got something to lose?
I mean, don't any of you folks got a job?
You know, I mean, don't, oh, good God.
And I want you to notice, folks, that all the males are under the age of 21 or so, at least.
Notice there's no elderly males, no older males to be able to put the fucking smacketh and whippeth down on these little whipper snappers out here.
It's nothing but a bunch of fat women and males that are under the age of 21 years of age.
And by the way, thanks Obama for that one.
Thanks Obama Oh, man, get the fucking camera off that ratchet's ass.
Calling Amber Lamps00:02:18
Get the camera off of that ratchet's ass.
Hey there, Trey.
Hey, that's right.
Let's try.
Hey, Trey!
So one of these people there's the police There's the police.
There's the police.
Are they going to call the Amber Lamps?
Did anybody get hurt?
I hope they don't need to call the Amber Lamps.
Y'all get that gun, man.
Where that gun is?
Where the gun at, baby?
Where the gun at?
I don't think anybody got hurt, so I don't think we need to call the Amber Lamps.
Hey, Marshall Bernsey, who requested this, you know a lot of these urban scenes, don't you?
See, look at this.
This is some under-21-year-old piece of thuggish shit walking around with a limp, thinking he's some kind of a pimp, saying, man, fucking police, man.
Fuck the police coming straight from the underground.
message me because I'm black and I'm brown over here in the hood baby we keep it real baby keepin' it real in the hood.
I'm bowty-bowty.
I'm bad about it.
Train Lover Country Song00:08:58
I think we're almost done with this video here.
Yes, we are.
What all right, that's enough.
All right, take this off.
Thank you very much, Marshall Burnsey, for allowing us to witness scenes from Urban America.
And as I stated, while we were witnessing those scenes from Urban America, I was asking everybody to please refrain from saying, World star.
But of course, I know you couldn't help it.
It's just like an instantaneous infantile response to any kind of violence.
So I get it, dude.
I get it.
Anyway, thank you very much, Marshall Burnsey.
We're almost done, dude.
I'm not even joking around.
This is the last $20.20 bucker, believe it or not.
And after that, we're going to go ahead and pull off some internet tomfoolery and stop pumping those hearts.
Dude, listen, I want to be honest with you.
I don't like that.
It disrupts me.
You got all kinds of hearts of all kinds of little fruity ass colors like pink and purple and light blue and puce and all that other shit.
Stop it, all right?
Just stop it.
All right, here it is.
Train lover567 with a $20.20 bucker up in here obligated me to watch a YouTube video.
This one, he said, sub ghost, here's some alternative, alternative country.
Alternative country.
I want to be honest with you.
I'm not a big fan of country music.
All right.
I'm a fan of old country music.
You're talking about Johnny Cash, talking about Hank Williams, one, two, and three.
You know, I'm talking about that old country music.
This new stuff, I mean, it's, you know, this merging of fucking rap and fucking country.
No.
All right.
No.
Anybody who listens to that, you're a fucking idiot.
I'm not even kidding around.
Like that one fucking stupid fucking country song.
Shake it for me, girl.
Shake it for me, girl.
Shake it for.
Give me a fucking break, you shit kicking hick.
Fucking trying to merge hip-hop with fucking with country.
I'm stupid.
It's fucking stupid.
I'm on a drink that Jaeger till I'm fucking dead.
I'm only lose me, legs.
I'm telling you, I hate the new shit.
And by the way, I got two fucking $2.
I'm not going to say that for two bucks.
How do I start?
How do you start a rave in Euthiopia?
Put a sandwich on the roof.
Ah, can you stop?
And $2, chicken endy.
Hey, ghost, the RV got robbed.
Check it out.
Well, hold on.
Let me check it out after Train Lovers after Train Lovers $20.20.
And we're going to go ahead and do some raids and see what the fuck happened.
Anyway, thank you guys for those two buckers.
The pet Mexican also did another two bucker.
Ghost, I did not request this video just so you know, I requested the second video, so make sure you play it.
Sorry, dude.
All right.
I played the one that everybody, there was a bunch of donos before your fat fucking shaloopa eating ass came on and said, I'm the real pet Mexican.
And they had already donated.
So you get yourself another 1520 if you want that shit played, dude.
All right.
You started this shit.
You started this shit, fucking pet Mexican.
And now you got another one of your Mexican brethren doing the same type of welfare fucking entitlement shit that you do.
And guess what?
He was first in line at the soup kitchen, you fucking son of a bitch.
All right.
Anyway, let's go ahead.
Train lover 567.
And by the way, what are you bitching about, fucking Pet Mexican?
You're about to get a free entry to the goddamn ghost show, Saturday Night Troll Show chat room, courtesy of fucking skunkler.
All right.
So why don't you just fucking eat your fucking rubber enchilada and be appreciative about that, you fucking milky licking piece of nipple clamp loving butt plug up the ass-looking bitch.
All right, figure it out.
And who the hell else just donated a $2 bill?
Hey, hey, was it Doki Dokiji Hod Club?
I like dating black girls because I hate meeting fathers.
Oh, good God.
Why are y'all fucking doing this?
I mean, seriously, I like dating black girls because I hate meeting fathers.
What the fuck is this shit?
Jesus Christ.
And look at this.
You skipped mine.
You skipped my $2 dono.
I just fucking aired it, Pet Mexican.
All right.
I just aired it, you fucking rubber tortilla choking shithead.
All right, let's go ahead.
Let's move on.
We got Train Lover 567 who requested this and said, here's some alternative country.
Alternative country.
What the fuck does that mean?
Alternative country.
What is this?
I found a wait because five seconds because of YouTube, YouTube.
Everybody's doing the YouTube.
All right, let's go ahead and see what Train Lover 567 has requested as it relates to some alternative country.
Maybe we'll like it.
Maybe we'll like it.
Let's see what it is.
Train Lover 567.
Alternative country right here.
I'm just joking.
I'm just joking.
Well, if this is just, if this is just instrumental, this ain't too bad.
This ain't too bad if this is just instrumental.
You just add your own vocal to this.
Country road.
I can't.
Oh, never mind.
You don't already know.
Never mind.
I keep on trying.
I should just let it go.
I keep on singing.
Jesus Christ.
I lost my fear.
I love a place.
Sounds like someone else's song Leave my brain away I just jumped on I'm joking.
The chords are just the same.
Someone else's song.
You didn't know I love you.
I'm kidding.
Train lover 567 requested this.
What does everybody think?
All right,
that's good enough.
All right.
Thank you very much, Train Lover 567.
That wasn't too bad.
That wasn't too bad for Christ's sake.
All right.
Someone else's song by somebody named Wilco or something.
I don't know what the hell that was about.
But I do appreciate you hooking it up with a little bit of country, a little bit of rock and roll, a little bit of 90s, a little bit of all that stuff.
So anyway, folks, that right there was the last $20, $20 obligating me to watch a YouTube video.
RV Robbery Incident00:10:22
I want to thank everybody who hooked that up.
Now, what we're going to do now, what we're going to do is we're going to go and do some stream rating here.
Okay, because apparently, let's go put the PC shot on.
Put the PC shot on.
Here it is.
Apparently, the RV trip, which is many of the folks in the IP2 network are partaking in, got robbed.
All right.
Hey, look, there's Art Hammond.
Hey, guys, I'm low on cash right now.
Can someone donate the robot?
Dude, Art Hammond, don't you start?
Don't you start.
You see what you did, Pet Mexican?
You see, now that Art Hammond, he's brown like your ass, he thinks he's going to be able to play the Mexican card and get people to donate to his fucking video.
You see what you started, Pet Mexican?
Huh?
Are you proud of yourself?
Huh?
You're Walita?
Was she proud of you for doing this fucking kind of ghetto fight punch of bullshit?
Get the fuck out of here for Christ's sake.
What is this?
Doki Doki Jihad Club for two bucks.
What's the difference between a Mexican and a book?
A book has papers.
Oh, God.
All right.
We get it, dude.
All right.
We get it.
Jesus fucking Christ.
And you see, I hope that you're happy there, Pet Mexican.
You've started this and your bed, you fucking lay in it, you stupid piece of shit.
Now people are using your method and your name to get fucking free, goddamn shit because you started it.
So, you know, you can't make the rules on this, all right?
You can't make the rules.
So just sit there and shut your goddamn mouth.
Anyway, let's go back to the PC shot.
Let's go ahead and see.
We got the RV, Rob.
Here's this fucking chicken Andy.
I hope somebody breaks this kid's nose.
This kid is acting way too hardcore for a little skinny, twinky-looking little fruit bowl like he is.
I am waiting for somebody to break his honker.
I am waiting for somebody to break his honker.
Who cares?
Nobody walks down the street and cracks a window.
Hold on, why is Corinne here?
Why is Corinne?
Hey, look, Doki Doki Jihad.
For Art Hammond, ah, good God.
Listen, listen, listen.
For Art Hammond!
You saw everybody's bags and shit sitting right here.
That's enough for him to break into this.
But how could he carry it?
That's the problem the owner said.
It's got to be a little bit of a bad thing.
Oh, my God.
They got fucking robbed, baby.
Oh, man.
That's San Francisco, baby.
That's California for your ass.
That's liberal California for your ass.
What's up, Mr. Person?
How you doing, dude?
That's California for your ass.
Barry Blackberry.
GX in the chat, baby.
Here, let's put a GX in there.
GX in the chat.
Fucking piss off this fruit bowl, little goddamn twinkie boy.
Fucking chicken Andy trying to make a move on some bitch that's old enough to be his grandma.
That's what that means.
Anyway, what's up, Flaming Creations, dude?
Yeah, who's out?
What did he say?
I was following him and he's like watching me for a while.
Does he know something else going on?
What's up, A-T-A-O-G-X?
What's up, dude?
No.
Team Scarecrow, that Fruit Bowl.
Dirty Dan in the house.
He's walking by twice.
Go get a sniper.
Mil Cap.
Go get the sniper.
He's carrying a bag of shit.
What's up, Xander Knight?
What's going on?
Chris Johnson, what up, dude?
No.
See, that's how long it takes for a sniper to snipe us.
Young one, Petit.
I want you owe me, babe, give it to Shooter.
You owe me, young.
Oh, my God.
Dude, you know, Chicken Andy is a 20-year-old little fucking twink fucking fruit bowl.
You are.
Corinne is over 55 years old.
What's up, Pettis?
What is it?
More for Art Hammond.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
All right, we'll play Art Hammond's video here in a second.
What's going on, Grouch U2?
What's up, Mojo Fandango?
What up, Danger Dan?
No, my friend, Shooter.
Can Shooter rise up a quarter?
They robbed the fucking shitty little fucking RV.
That RV is shit, dude.
Pixel, Pixel Art Builder 583.
What's up?
Yeah, the guy said TTD into the camera.
Look at TTD.
Uh-oh.
The person who robbed the shit said TTD in the camera.
What's up, Archive Channel, Hurricane?
Mr. Nagy Generation 7 aesthetic.
Banana Man.
Hold on.
Hyperion Corporation.
Hurricane.
Giving a shit.
Trying to keep it alive.
Oh, my God.
All right.
Look, he's scuffed.
All right.
Get him out of here.
He's scuffed.
Get him out of here.
Do they have any of that shit on SEDIT?
Do they have any of that shit on SEDIT?
Hold on, put the PC shout out.
We got to make sure and see if they got it on SETI.
All right.
Do they have it on SEDIT that the RV gets fucking robbed here?
I know that Bjorn is no longer on the RV trip.
He left.
I don't know if y'all know that.
He fucking, that's it for Bjorn.
He is gone.
He is no longer part of the RV trip, as you can see.
Take a look at this.
There goes Bjorn.
They just said, here, here's the Golden Gate Bridge.
Get out of here.
See you later, Bjorn.
You simp.
And there it is.
There goes Bjorn.
Get some sleep.
Get some sleep.
Yeah, I'm tired.
You have a good one.
There goes Bjorn.
I want to get away from under this thing.
There goes Bjorn.
See you later, Bjorn.
I'm telling you, if you want my opinion, I think Bjorn should have either broken Captain Content's nose or Chicken Andy's nose.
It would have been content, man.
I'm not even joking around.
I fucking hate both those idiots.
They make me sick.
Hold on, let me see.
I want to see if somebody broke in.
Do they have the break-in video?
I want to see it, man.
IP2 should already have this shit up and running.
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Jesus Christ.
And I actually saw this last night when the cops show up to their hotel room.
That was pretty funny, dude.
They had a stream sniper that, for whatever reason, was trying to act like Bjorn, like a scuffed Bjorn.
And that was rather interesting.
If y'all didn't see that last night, that was actually pretty fucking funny.
All right.
What?
What is it?
RV robbery news.
News on the robbery came in the other day.
Dotha victims reported to police, along with several witnesses, that a man in a wheelchair and his retired money out of the RV.
I thought you were going to actually have some fucking real shit for Christ's sake, man.
For fuck's sake.
Jesus Christ.
I'm over here trying to look for evidence of the RV being ripped off and you idiots are like, oh my God.
Here, RV got broken into live on camera.
You're poor.
All right, let's look at it.
Put this PC shot on.
That's Blade, by the way.
That's Blade.
You're poor.
Let's see this.
The RV got broken into live on camera.
Oh, shit.
They broke the fucking glass.
This is right out of San Francisco, folks.
There it is right there.
There it is right there.
Looks like a homeless vagrant.
Looks like your quintessential homeless vagrant.
He's wearing a denim jacket.
Who the fuck wears denim jackets anymore?
Fucking disgusting piece of shit, vagrant.
RV's being robbed.
What do they fucking take?
Your laptop?
Oh, man, taking laptops.
Broken glass.
Yo, blood your phone.
Can you hear me while this is liberal, California, folks, right here?
This right here is in San Francisco.
All right, we get it.
There's glass on the floor.
Give us some more fucking insight.
Give us some more content.
And you can call the cops all you want to.
They don't give a shit.
These are California cops, dude.
You've got to commit murder or damn near physically assault someone that puts him in a stretcher for the cops to take you to jail.
I'm not even kidding.
What are they going to do?
They're going to be like, well, you know, you shouldn't have kept your shit inside.
We should have never left the laptop.
Yeah, no shit, you fucking idiot.
I mean, goddamn, San Francisco is known for this shit.
What else do they take?
San Francisco is known for this crap.
I mean, hold on, turn this down.
Do you know that in San Francisco, believe it or not, they actually have notes on car windows saying, please don't break my window.
There's nothing in here except for this.
And if you want that, just wait.
I'm not kidding.
I mean, they got to put fucking notes on their window to prevent these goddamn scumbags from breaking into their cars out there in goddamn San Francisco, Los Angeles, and shitbag liberal California.
Do we have a light?
And you know what's really sad is that San Francisco, believe it or not, folks, has more billionaires per capita than any city in the world.
Let me repeat that to you one more game.
San Francisco has more billionaires per capita than any fucking city in the world.
And this is what's happening there.
This is what's happening out there, folks.
Laptop is right here aiming straight down.
People, anyone walking in just sees it.
No one walking around.
We shouldn't have had a fucking laptop there.
That's your fucking idiot fault, dude.
The fucking real issue happened.
Yeah, it looks like they got robbed.
Looks like they got took.
Fucking great is right.
How come one of you weren't in there at least sleeping or some shit?
Laptop Theft Happened00:15:12
I mean, give me a break, dude.
No, dude.
Hey, Mondo.
Mondo.
No, Mondo, listen, the real thing that fucking, it was a fucking, oh my god.
All right.
I've had enough of this.
We get it.
These guys are just pissing and moaning.
We got it.
You got robbed.
You got robbed.
That's all there is to it.
Are you going to add anything to this?
Shut up!
Shut up!
That's so rude.
That's tactical.
Can you take this fucking almost 60-year-old woman's face off of my screen?
And why is it, chicken, you're going all up on her like she's your mom or granny?
Why are you trying to fill up this disgusting old bag?
This broad is literally almost 60 years old.
Chicken Andy is a 20-year-old boy.
He can't even drink, for Christ's sake, this stupid gap-tooth, jewelry-looking fuck.
I love it.
Wait, I'm doing something for my streamer this morning.
This is what they're doing?
Is this it?
Hey, what's up, name-name GX, dude?
Is this what they're doing with their time?
Milcap GX in the house.
Berry Blackberry.
Look at you.
She says, chicken likes.
Chicken.
They're saying chicken.
She likes you.
I'm good.
What's up, what is it?
CT Hula's going on?
Okay, what?
What?
The guy over here?
Like, right down the street with three different bags.
Like, backboxes.
Uh-oh.
Uh-oh.
Come on.
Go out there.
Kick his ass.
Let's go.
Find this fucker.
He's got a denim jacket on.
He's got a denim jacket on.
What's up, Sean Russ?
Give me a fucking pepper spray.
What up, Venom Snake TV?
Go!
Go kick his ass!
Let's go.
Go kick his ass.
Captain, what the fuck are you doing?
We get a fucking hit, and you're just being a lazy bitch.
What's up, Jason Genova?
Kevin, you lazy fuck.
What's up, Art Ham and Noble Savage?
All right, come on.
It's a guy in a denim jacket.
Come, I need the content.
What's up, Kate?
K's in here.
Fucking K. Incognito, what's up?
Come on, earn your fucking, earn your alpha stripes, you beta.
Earn your alpha stripes, you tweak ass beta, for Christ's sake.
He's in a denim jacket.
He's in a fucking denim jacket.
Look at this.
He can't even fucking jog about 20 yards.
He's fucking coughing up a lung.
What's up, El Nick Edwards MMOs?
I can't run.
I'm still sick.
Yeah, you're sick.
You got the AIDS.
I heard about your little gay relationship with Jacob.
Huh?
Huh?
I like that shit.
Spermy the cat.
Toee is in here.
Yeah, I heard about your little relationship with Jacob there, chicken Andy.
All right?
And Jacob's a little heartbroken about it because you just threw him away like a disposable piece of road trash right after he sexually gratified you.
And I don't think that's appropriate at all.
All right?
All right, you fucking go back kissing makeup with Jacob now.
And by the way, if you don't know who Jacob TV is, he's also on the IP2 network.
Allegedly, him and Chicken Andy had some kind of sexual relations, and then Chicken Andy just fucking threw him away like a piece of trash.
And Jacob TV's wanting to slap the shit out of him now.
Anyway, Ghost's transgender daughter, whoever you are, fuck off.
I mean, are they going to find this guy?
Come on, there's Derwicking.
What's up, dude?
I mean, Jesus Christ, listen to that AIDS cough.
Listen to that AIDS cough.
Where is the guy with the denim jacket?
Look for a guy with a denim jacket on AIDS cough.
what up system 23 watch out for the turds on the floor This is San Francisco.
Remember, these fucking homeless have no problem taking dirty diarrhea shits right on the fucking public floor.
This way, though.
Look, I'm gonna leave this for a couple of minutes.
I hope they find this.
And make sure to tell them it's a guy in a light denim jacket.
Yeah.
We gotta go over here.
There's crotch rockets over there.
There's crotch rockets over there in Cisco.
Don't read.
Oh, yeah, okay, great.
Yeah, but blaze a person who did so, because he probably got into his shit, so he could just film.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
No, I'm jumping in.
I'm not joking around.
Look for a guy in a goddamn denim jacket.
Light denim jacket.
Just fix my dust.
Come on, let the donuts play.
Thank you so much, Scrims.
Where I find your naked pics.
There's all of Yaksloff!
You know, Sonya, the same dude he walked up to thinking it might have been him, but he was just asleep.
Set nearby garbage cans and usually throw shit in there and come back hours later when it's clear and grab the stuff.
Ghost Brewing and Slouchy.
Look for a realtor-bound face has to come to you.
Fuck you, asshole.
The Eric Shooter had CP on his laptop, so he waited.
You're fucking whoever donated that to Chicken Andy, you're a fucking piece of shit.
Ghost politics stole your shit.
Go fuck off, asshole.
What's up to Sharon Cox?
Sharon Cox in the chat.
No chicken.
Huh.
If we see this dude, don't get carried away.
Let's just keep following him.
But let's wait for them to catch up to us so we can work on this.
They're never going to catch other.
Yeah, I know.
Give me a break, Mondo.
I know.
You see, look at the beta comes out of this fucking homeless piece of Cuban dog shit.
Huh?
Hey, dude, you know what we gotta do when we find him, Chicken?
Don't check him.
We gotta wait for our guys to come over.
Hey, yeah, you fucking fat, homeless piece of shit.
You fucking fat, homeless piece of dog shit.
So one guy.
He's got a fucking denim jacket.
I thought he's gonna go mixed up in the clubs.
They're not gonna find this idiot, dude.
Are you kidding me?
They're not gonna find this guy.
And even if they do, they're not gonna do nothing.
All right.
Who knows?
Flashlights.
Only homeless people carry flashlights.
That's actually true, unless he's like a legitimate, legitimate professional.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah, he's he broke a window to a shitbag fucking RV.
He's a professional.
Did you guys at least lock the RV so you don't get robbed again?
Oh, Karim's watching it.
There you go.
Who's doing this shit?
Oh, no.
Oh, God.
It happened again.
I just soiled my wheelchair.
Fuck you.
I see sign got robbed.
RV trip.
You guys are assholes for doing this shit, man.
Seriously.
They're not going to catch this fucking denim jacket, dude.
Look at Leona.
This is a huge city.
This guy could be sleeping in a stoop somewhere.
could be in a bush fucking you know sleep right now counting as plunder and of course Mondo knows all about shelter backpacks and all that crap They're not going to find shit.
How are Bunny's people in tornadoes the same?
It only takes one to ruin a good neighborhood.
Oh, he's got it blurred out.
Love you guys.
I feel like I just came back from the death.
Oh, it looks like somebody was looking through some shit right there.
Luna, did you see that?
It looks like they've rummaged through some shit.
Maybe they're close.
Come on, I want to see a fight.
Come on, come on, let me, everybody put your energy towards these fucks.
I want to see a fight.
Salmon was across the street from the RV when it happened and said he saw something strange.
So he scurried over to see what was happening and tapped on the window.
The RV had already been broken into by then.
So what window did he tap on?
I would not be surprised if Salman Andy is involved in this shit because he hangs around all these homeless vagrants.
He's homeless himself.
Salmon Andy is a homeless vagrant.
I would not be surprised if he got one of his homeless vagrants to break the goddamn window and they're gonna split.
They're going to split the fence here in the next fucking five hours.
The reason it's censored is because they they don't want that shit on their text to speech, because they're afraid they're gonna get banned.
Parking garages, Homeless on the stairs of parking garages.
All the time I didn't say that shit off the fucking streets, away from eyes.
I never said that fucking shit, Fucking ST Mike.
Just I said they should just give up fight.
I want to see a fight.
I want to see if these sons of bitches will beat a motherfucker's ass for ripping them off.
I want to see a fight.
Salmon was across the street from the RV when it happened and said he saw something strange.
So he scurried over to see what was happening and tapped on the window.
The RV had already been broken into by then.
Everybody spam in chicken and his chat Salmon is in on it.
Everybody spam.
I'm gonna give you it.
Oh no, oh no.
You will never catch me.
Hi, oh no, oh god.
It happened again.
I crashed my wheelchair into a pile of doo-doo, pumpkin me up and, oh god, I soiled my diaper too.
Everybody who puts salmon is in on it.
I'm fucking put what's up name name distant palms.
All right, everybody.
Salmon is in on it, pettis.
All right, Eric Wolf, All right.
Distant palms, Everybody.
Uh, what is it?
C.T. Holus, Dirty Dan, Mr. Nagy, Generation 7.
What's going on LAP Lasagna?
What's going on system 23?
You only fight if you have to fight out of glitter, just to show how faulty you are.
Thank you, Flaming Creations.
Angel Dream.
Everybody just say Salmon is in on it.
Danger to somebody with my fucking name?
Fuck you, all right, get rid of ghost politics.
Hey, what the fuck?
Fuck you.
Fuck you trying to make it all about himself.
Has stuff like a twist button.
Yeah, fuck you asshole.
Yeah, so eat my dick up to you, hiccup.
And what's going on to the super heart suck, duck for quack.
What's going on?
Let me tell you something.
You scumbag, all right, you don't know shit from Shynola.
I am streaming, I am fucking streaming.
This guy did it.
I'm the streaming game.
You did it.
Hey, oh my god dude, oh dude, look at all these fucking.
Oh god.
No, oh my god, what's up?
Venom Snake TV, Richard Mcconnell Barry Blackberry, Dear Freckles, all right, what's up, dude?
Whoever's in the fucking chat room with my name?
You ain't doing shit.
Chicken Andy, give me a break.
I can't wait to see you get your fucking shit fucked up and you leave on a stretcher.
Give me my backpack.
Oh wait sorry, they're all kids here.
He's in serious kids with attention deficit disorder, concentration camp.
Oh dokie dokey, jihad?
No way, I mean possibly, but they lost this guy.
They lost this guy.
Hold on, what is that guy got a fucking denim jacket.
Yeah, look for a guy in a denim jacket.
You dumb dickheads.
Oh, Jesus Christ, listen to that Fruit Bowl gay club.
Yeah, you on camera dude, I want the fuck is a spooky night.
Is that billy a leash being played?
Is that billy a leash?
That stupid dirty little fucking.
Yeah, never mind, you might have got in there and kicked it.
All right, i'm gonna, i'm gonna get, i'm gonna get out of here.
This is, this is they're not going anywhere.
They're just walking around in circles.
They're obviously not trying to look for the culprit.
Salmon Andy is.
Obviously, it's an inside job, Salmon Andy.
Uh, you know, they're not gonna find this guy.
All right, they're.
They're not even, they're not even moving with any kind of angst.
You know with, you know, just just, that's it all right, i'm done.
Billy Leash Confusion00:08:25
All right, i'm done keeping my.
Uh, you got my battery pack in the wire, right?
Yeah well, I blanked me, so I figured it's really got it.
Yeah, It was an inside job by Salmon Andy.
Hurricane, what's going on?
Kick that leech two years later, no one knows who Alex is.
Are you fucking talking about me, you piece of shit?
I hope you're not talking about me, you fucking piece of crap!
Alright, come on.
Come on.
Where is somebody with a damn denim jacket?
Alright, never mind.
Let's get out of here.
They're not gonna.
They're stupid.
They're fucking idiots.
Alright, I'm not even telling.
They're fucking morons.
And you want to know why Billy Alicia won six Grammys this year?
Because music nowadays sucks a cock with it and doesn't even swallow.
And doesn't even allow the common courtesy for a reach around.
Alright?
So give me a damn break.
Hold on.
We may find some people here.
Hold on.
Look for a denim jacket, baby.
Look for a denim jacket.
I'm looking at shoes.
Shoes.
Ghost said that you will never find him.
And even if you do, they won't do anything about it.
He gives really good advice.
But if you continue to look, I think it's someone in IP2.
Specifically, someone in a wheelchair.
Fuck you, fucking dumbass.
Fucking ST Mike.
Anybody in there with a fucking denim jacket?
No.
Yo, what about that crowd over there?
Most of these individuals.
Alright, I'm done with this.
I'm done.
This is fucking boring.
Get him out of here.
Get him the hell out of here.
I'm done with this shit.
And what is Captain Immigrant fucking doing?
Playing his fucking guitar.
Dude, why does this idiot play this fucking guitar, dude?
He sucks.
This guy sucks a cockwood at Ed guitar.
And he fucking like stays in front of a camera for like fucking hours playing the stupid shit.
He fucking sucks.
Jesus Christ.
Alright, I'm done with it.
And by the way, it's alleged that this guy's got HIV.
alleged okay he's i don't know whether he said it one time I don't know if he was serious.
He does like messing around with traps.
What's up, Mihao?
What's up, C Hulu's one?
Flamin' Creation.
And he can't even sing either.
Listen to this guy.
Oh, my God.
This guy can't fucking sing.
Hot eyes magician pettis in the house.
Ghost Granny is a tranny.
Fuck you, asshole.
Fuck you.
Piece of shit.
Alright, I'm done with this guy.
Get this guy out of here.
We gotta skip this guy.
This guy sucks.
This guy fucking sucks for Christ's sake.
Here's Corinne.
What is Corinne doing?
Are you kidding me, Corinne?
You actually monetize Yahoo or YouTube actually fucking let you monetize this shit?
You're gonna want to draw anything on it?
You can draw whatever you want on the RV.
Oh, my God.
Is this what this bitch is doing?
This bitch just showed up on the RV and is offering fucking people to draw on it for fucking 10 bucks a pop.
Ah, God.
This is Captain Content.
That's Craig.
Oh, my God.
That's Blake.
Just don't ever leave your stuff in a car in San Francisco.
Well, no shit.
I think everybody knows that at this point.
Hi, Blade.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, fucking Blade.
Yeah.
Yeah, Broker.
As a matter of fact, let's listen to that.
All right, take it off.
Take this shit off.
All right, take this shit off.
All right, I gotta let y'all listen to the song by Blade.
This is the funniest shit I've ever heard.
As a matter of fact, I'm actually bumping this shit in my car.
I'm not even joking around.
All right.
All right, here it is.
Everybody ready?
Everybody, here it is right here.
The only use me blade Grove Gang Grove Gang song.
All right, you're playing for a second here.
Oh, this is a play.com.
Whore!
Drunk egg!
You should be fucking welcome, whore.
Wee!
You are so poor.
We're done.
You're poor.
Fuck it.
Figure it out.
Fuck her, dude.
She should be honored.
Now you can find her sexy enough to fucking moles her sexual perfect bound.
Figure out Grove GANG.
All right, that's enough of that.
I just think that's funny.
Anyway, I gotta play Art Hammond's video because so many people were so hospitable to Art Hammond that I've got to play his shit now.
So that's great, isn't it?
Isn't that fucking great.
Anyway, let's get to Art Hammond's video.
And, by the way, I think I got a two dollar dono from Marshall Burnsey's.
These hoes are ratchets.
You know you, goddamn right, dude.
Ratchets, baby ratchets.
Marshall Burnsey knows what I'm talking about.
They ratchets, baby.
Anyway, here it is Art Hammond.
He said, hey guys, I'm low on cash, can somebody?
Yeah we, we got it.
Let's see what video uh, Art Hammond is requesting up in here.
All right dude, I don't even know what this is.
All I'm doing is looking at the goddamn animation.
Look at this animation.
I mean, what the fuck are you supposed to take from that?
Anyway, play Art Hammond's video, for Christ's sake.
Jesus Christ, Grove GANG.
Oh my god, welfare check, welfare check, Jenkins.
Do you see anything wrong with this picture?
A happy Negro?
I can't say I do.
Major what, the Jenkins?
That is the problem.
Major, what the fuck is your problem?
Oh my god!
We gotta keep these animals alive!
What kind of fucked up fucking animation is this?
This?
Welfare, daddy?
What's your welfare is what keeps us alive?
Oh my god dude, you know, and they banned me this gets 10 million fucking views, but you, fucking YouTube, bans me and gives me strikes and shit like that.
That fucking pisses me off.
When I see shit like that man, I'm not even.
That fucking pisses me the fuck off when motherfuckers can go and upload shit racist blatly, racist shit like this and yet they ban me and give me a strike on fucking YouTube.
All right, I'm done, man.
All right, let's move on to some other fucking internet shenanigans.
How about that?
All right, I'm gonna go ahead and do some date line, since people have been waiting for it and it's about 12 midnight perfect opportunity and perfect timing to go ahead and start calling this son of a bitch.
So let's go ahead and do a little bit of date line here.
All right, let's go ahead and do this.
Do this in real time.
All right, let me go ahead and do this.
All right, Grove GANG.
All right, let's go ahead and call the date line here.
Okay, we're doing all this in real time right now.
All right, everybody knows here.
It is here we go all right.
There it is.
All right.
Now, once we are hooked up in the date line, we're going to do this for, I don't know, maybe 30 minutes to an hour.
See how long it is.
So let's see what's up.
And maybe more.
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Pet Mexican.
Oh, my God.
I donated five times tonight.
Play my video.
Dude, you did not fucking, dude, shut up.
Listen.
Somebody claiming to be you, all right, said that they had a video, okay?
People donated for that fuck.
Then your fat ass came along after Telemundo fucking ended or whatever the fuck.
And then you're claiming that you're the real pet Mexican.
So you started this.
You lay in your own fucking flea market ridden fucking goodwill fucking Salvation Army bed and shut the fuck up.
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Yeah, I like that kind of moaning, bitch.
You know what I'm talking about?
I want you to be my fuck slave.
All right.
Because you sound like a fucking dirty bitch.
And that's the kind of bitch I want is some fucking dirty, disgusting, filthy fucking whorebag like you.
All right.
It sounds like something you're interested in there, you fucking dirty slut.
Get back to me.
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Yeah, I like that kind of moaning, bitch.
You know what I'm talking about?
I want you to be my fuck slave.
All right?
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And that's the kind of bitch I want to send.
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Holly there looking for a little bull riders, boxing marines that can keep going and going like they in the other one.
Do they know how to dominate a girl?
Oh.
Give her a cookie lydia all the right places, Creole and Indian from Mississippi.
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Yeah, I'm the kind of guy that'll stick a fucking 10 and a half inch cock right up inside both of your holes, one in the stink and one in the pink.
And I'll make your eyes roll in the back of your head in orgasmic pleasure while you're squirting up a fucking storm because you can't believe that I'm giving you so much jackhammer ass in your uterus pipe that your goddamn uterus is about to fall out of your ass.
All right.
I like a fucking dirty little ethnic slut like you.
All right.
So if it sounds like something you're interested in, why don't you connect to me live and we can get together and we can get our bodies slapping and I can show you what a real fucking man is all about.
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Yeah, I'm the kind of guy that'll stick a fucking 10 and a half inch cock right up inside both of your holes, one in the stink and one in the pink, and I'll make your eyes roll in the back of your head in orgasmic pleasure while you're squirting up a fucking storm because you can't believe that I'm giving you so much jackhammer ass in your uterus pipe that your goddamn uterus is about to fall out of your ass.
All right, I like a fucking dirty little ethnic slut like you.
All right, so if this sounds like something you're interested in, just send it to send it.
Oh, has sent you this message.
Oh, fucking daddy to connect live.
She liked it, huh?
She liked the old ghost special, didn't she?
This is the second time I've tried to donate to your relay stream.
Granted, it was three months ago.
But why do you still require a clip to donate?
What are you talking about?
There ain't no clip to donate.
What are you talking about, Goopie?
I'm fine.
I fucking just there's your donut.
There's your donation.
What are you talking about, Goopie?
I'm trying to talk to some bitch that's fucking putting a couple of fingers up her pink.
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Yeah, that's right, you fucking dirty bitch.
You fucking put a couple of fingers up that damn snatch hole and vigorously in a counterclockwise capacity start fucking gyrating.
That wasn't fuck with my name.
I'm telling you all right now, I'm a bad man and I want you to get back to me and I want to hear the drippingness coming out of your snatch hole.
Do you understand?
I want to hear nothing but pure cream orgasmic pleasure coming from you and I want you to do it in your next fucking message, bitch.
And then maybe I'll slap your ass until it's candy apple red, put a red ball gag on you, and truly fucking own you.
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Yeah, that's right, you fucking dirty bitch.
You fucking put a couple of fingers up that damn snatch hole and vigorously in a counterclockwise capacity start fucking gyrating.
Do you understand?
I'm telling you all right now, I'm a bad man and I want you to get back to me and I want to hear the drippingness coming out of your snatch hole.
Do you understand?
I want to hear nothing but pure cream orgasmic pleasure coming from you and I want you to do it in your next fucking message, bitch.
And then maybe I'll slap your ass until it's candy apple red, put a red ball gag on you, and truly fucking own you.
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Oh my god, that's a man.
That's a man, baby.
That's a man.
I'm 19 years old.
Hawning as hell.
Pussy nice and wet.
I do have my younger sister with me.
We're just doing a road trip.
Oh, my God.
I definitely still want to fuck.
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Yeah, I like a little trap-sounding little bitch like you, huh?
And you say you got a little trap sister next to you.
How would you like it if I bent both of your trap asses over, your spread fucking eagle, and I start pumping your asses one by one like I'm a fucking oil driller.
How do you like that shit?
Okay, I'm in the San Antonio region and I'm a fucking dominant man.
And I want two fucking trap sissies that'll allow me to use their holes for my orgasmic fucking pleasure.
I want you fucking traps to be my fucking sexual playground.
And if that sounds like something you're interested in, get back because I'm a real fucking man with a big fucking schlong and I can go all night long.
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Yeah, I like a little trap sounding little bitch like you, huh?
And you say you got a little trap sister next to you.
I don't know.
How would you like it if I bet both of your trap asses over your spread fucking eagle and I start pumping your asses one by one like I'm a fucking oil driller.
How do you like that shit?
Okay.
I'm in the San Antonio region and I'm a fucking dominant man and I want two fucking trap sissies that'll allow me to use their holes for my orgasmic fucking pleasure.
I want you fucking traps to be my fucking sexual playground.
And if that sounds like something you're interested in, get back because I'm a real fucking man with a big fucking schlong and I can go all night long.
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Oh, Lydia Hotlip.
Oh!
Has sent you this message.
Oh, Master, where have you been?
You kept in digging me down the way I want it to connect live with this dollar.
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Yeah, I like the way you call me Master.
You understand?
You said you were mixed.
You were a little Creo, huh?
Well, I'd like for you to pretend that I'm Robert E. Lee.
And I just raided your Creo little area, your little village, your little town.
And me and the rest of the Southern Confederacy soldiers are about to take turns on that beautiful fucking ethnically ambiguous ass.
Do you understand that?
I want you to just bend over and just say, yes, Masta.
I will give it up to you, Masta.
And I want to pretend that me and the whole Confederate Army are giving you the Southern fucking style pig fuck that you fucking so desperately want.
And I'm not joking.
Keep calling me, Masta.
All right.
You call me Masta, baby.
I fucking love that shit.
Get back and call me General Robert E. Lee.
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Yeah, I like the way you call me Master.
You understand?
Now you said you were mixed.
You were a little Creo, huh?
Well, I'd like for you to pretend that I'm Robert E. Lee.
And I just raided your Creole little area, your little village, your little town, and me and the rest of the Southern Confederacy soldiers are about to take turns on that beautiful, fucking ethnically ambiguous ass.
Do you understand that?
I want you to just bend over and just say, yes, Masta.
I will give it up to you, Masta.
And I want to pretend that me and the whole Confederate Army are giving you the Southern fucking style pig fuck that you fucking so desperately want.
Send it.
I'm not joking.
Send it.
You've heard the callers that are closest to you to your other college clerphy who just left the line.
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Uh-oh.
Yeah, she likes it, doesn't she?
She likes it.
She likes the old ghost special, huh?
She likes that shit, huh?
And what is it, Duva dude?
Oh, my God.
Bro, what the fuck?
That's my mom.
You just said you'd bend over like Robert E.
Oh, come, that's not your mom.
What the fuck is her ass on a dateline?
That's not your funky fucking milk chocolate, mom.
Shut up.
So you won't hear from me again.
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Well, hey, why don't you connect live and I'll fucking give you the best phone banging session you ever had in your fucking life.
I will have you whacking your clitoris off like a windshield wiper out of whack.
I'll make sure that you smack your own ass until it's candy apple red.
I will get you so fucking wet that you're going to look like Niagara fucking falls.
If this sounds like something you're interested in, then get back to this real fucking man right here that you're listening to and fuck that other pussy whipped soy boy beta that you're connected live to now.
You goddamn right.
Holy dog shit.
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Hello.
I am an intelligent older lady.
Intelligent.
And I would like to meet God between the ages of 60 and up.
60?
And yeah.
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Please record your message.
Well, I'm not 60, but you know what they say.
The older the berry, the sweeter the juice.
And let me tell you something, Granny.
I know that you are a little apprehensive about probably having a younger man because I don't know.
Maybe you think that you're too old, but I'll tell you this right now.
I will bring you back down rolling with your eyes in the back of your head, reminding you of the roaring 20s.
Because I'm telling you right now, I'm the kind of man that you need to be with to kick off of your bucket list.
Do you understand me?
All right.
I will make you do things that you never even thought of in your life.
I will be your biggest, deepest, darkest secret in your fucking sexual diary, even though you're a little bit more experienced than I am.
I'm not even joking around.
All right.
I'm not even joking around.
And look, I'm not afraid to go up a 60-year-old ass.
All right.
So I know, you know, anal sex ain't too appealing after you hit the fucking age of 60, but you know what?
I don't give a shit.
All right.
I don't give a shit.
So get back to me.
I know you want to.
You know it and I know it.
Who are we bullshitting?
All right.
We only live once, baby.
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Oh, my God.
Well, I'm not 60, but you know what they say.
The older the berry, the sweeter the juice.
And let me tell you something, Granny.
I know that you are a little apprehensive about probably having a younger man because I don't know.
Maybe you think that you're too old, but I'll tell you this right now.
I will bring you back down rolling with your eyes in the back of your head, reminding you of the Roaring 20s, because I'm telling you right now, I'm the kind of man that you need to be with to kick off of your bucket list.
Do you understand me?
All right.
I will make you do things that you never even thought of in your life.
I will be your biggest, deepest, darkest secret in your fucking sexual diary, even though you're a little bit more experienced than I am.
I'm not even joking around.
I'm not even joking around.
And look, I'm not afraid to go up a 60-year-old ass.
All right.
So I know, you know, little sex ain't too appealing after you hit the fucking age of 60.
But you know what?
I don't give a shit.
All right.
I don't give a shit.
So get back to me.
I know you want to.
You know it and I know it.
Who are we bullshitting?
All right.
We only live once, baby.
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You call her.
Hi, Lydia, looking for the bull auto boxers.
Cow horse marine that keep going, going like energizer funny.
I love to make your eyes roll back and make your head and your trolls curl.
Get back with me, guys.
Let's start it.
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Hey, what's up, baby?
I thought I just messaged you and you didn't message me back.
I'm here in San Antonio.
I'm willing to bring you by over here if you've got a ride over here, or I'll send for you and I will show you what it's like to take some fucking jackhammer ass to both the pink and the stink.
You understand that?
I'll go around the world on you, baby.
Around the world, around the world.
And that means filling every orifice of your body with my goddamn humongousized meatbag.
All right.
So without any further ado, get back to me.
We'll talk.
And I will show you what orgasmic pleasure is for Christ's sake.
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Send it.
Just send it.
Hi, I'm in 52.
What?
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Record your message.
Hey, what's up, baby?
Let me tell you, I would love to leave you a message, but it sounds like you're deep throating the phone.
I cannot understand you.
It sounds like you're talking from the inside of an ass.
But I'm a very friendly feller, by the way.
If you happen to be, you know, somebody who's interested in a very nice gentleman like I am, a very nice southern gentleman, well, then get back, bitch.
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Oh, God.
Hey, what's up, baby?
Let me tell you, I would love to leave you a message, but it sounds like you're deep throating the phone.
I cannot understand you.
It sounds like you're talking from the inside of an ass.
But I'm a very friendly feller, by the way.
If you happen to be, you know, somebody who's interested in a very nice gentleman like I am, a very nice southern gentleman, well, then get back, bitch.
To send your message.
Oh!
I sent you this message.
Yes, I did see your message.
I said, oh, I finally found my master.
Just want to love for you to dig me down like that and fuck all of my abuse my holes like that.
Get back with me, master.
You're damn right.
You're damn right.
Record your message.
You're damn right I'm your master.
I'm your slave master.
Do you understand?
You call me Robert E. Lee, and I just took control of your small town.
And now me and the Southern Confederacy Army are about to run a train on that beautiful fucking ethnically ambiguous ass.
And all you can do is say, yes, Massa, can I have another white dick in me?
Yes, Massa, can I have another white dick in me?
And that's what I want you to say, baby.
Do you understand?
All right.
And while I'm sitting there pumping your fucking ass, I'm going to call you a fucking nigger.
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I said gigger.
For normal delivery.
I said gigger.
You're damn right.
I'm your master.
I'm your slave master.
Do you understand?
You call me Robert E. Lee, and I just took control of your small town.
Now me and the Southern Confederacy Army are about to run a train on that beautiful, fucking ethnically ambiguous ass.
And all you can do is say, yes, Master, can I have another white dick in me?
Yes, Master, can I have another white dick in me?
And that's what I want you to say, baby.
Did you understand?
All right.
And while I'm sitting there pumping your fucking ass, I'm going to call you a fucking nigger.
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Message delivered.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
She's from Austin, dude.
I don't really go out much.
I just stand by and smoke and watch TV.
Oh, Jesus Christ here.
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Hey, what's up?
You sound very interesting, no doubt.
But what really concerns me about you is that you don't go out much and you say that you like to smoke and watch and play video games.
Now, typically, that kind of activity is restricted to neckbeard, forever alone, slovenly, fat, disgusting men that are in the ages of 18 to 35.
And if you fall under that category, if you're like, you know, a little bit of a disgusting fatty or you're an ugly, then just disregard this message because I sure as hell don't want to have nothing to do with you, okay?
But if you're like, you know, let's say one of these Twitch thoughts, you know, one of these bitches that get on Twitch and live stream with your tits hanging out to, you know, cock tease a bunch of fucking idiots that'll never score in their lives.
Well, then get back to me then, bitch, all right?
Then we can hook it up.
I'm not too far from Austin.
I've got a property in Austin.
It'd be no problem for me to meet you down there, maybe give you a little bit of a little bit of fucking drink.
I don't want to take you out to eat because the term fuck the shit out of you will become literal once you get done with me.
All right, get back if you want a real man.
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Oh my God.
Hey, what's up?
You sound very interesting, no doubt.
But what really concerns me about you is that you don't go out much and you say that you like to smoke and watch and play video games.
Now, typically, that kind of activity is restricted to neckbeard, forever alone, slovenly, fat, disgusting men that are in the ages of 18 to 35.
And if you fall under that category, if you're like, you know, a little bit of a disgusting fatty or you're an ugly, then just disregard this message because I sure as hell don't want to have nothing to do with you.
Okay.
But if you're like, you know, let's say one of these Twitch thoughts, you know, one of these bitches that get on Twitch and live stream with your tits hanging out to, you know, cock tease a bunch of fucking idiots that'll never score in their lives.
Well, then get back to me then, bitch.
All right.
Send it.
Send it.
Oh!
Oh, yeah.
I sent you this message.
Oh, calm down, Master.
Calm down.
I want you to have a heart attack to connect live with this college.
Are you kidding me?
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Are you kidding me?
Have a heart attack.
I got the heart of a 21-year-old.
Are you kidding me?
I mean, I could fuck for 12 straight hours.
Well, let me tell you something.
I may have to take a six-hour break so I can get myself a cheeseburger and drink a Mr. Pib, but then after that, I'll fuck you even a whole lot more.
All right, I ain't having no goddamn heart attack.
I don't need Viagra.
All right, I got a 12 and a half inch John Holm sausage between my legs that'll go up your snatch hole and come out your mouth, baby.
You understand?
I mean, I got a fucking big ass schlong that'll go up your ass funnel and be able to fucking reach the ham and cheese sandwich that you had for lunch today.
What the fuck are you talking about, baby?
I ain't having no heart attack, and I am General Robert E. Lee, you master, you fucking gigger.
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Message delivery.
All right.
What the hell?
I'm just bored.
To connect live with me.
Hey, if you're just bored, you want to fucking phone bang and suck my cock a little bit or something?
Huh?
Huh?
You want to, you know, clean my ass with your tongue?
I mean, what do you mean you're bored?
Why don't you fucking get back to me and do something and be a good little whore like you should be?
I'm bored.
I'm bored.
We'll fucking do something and service a real man.
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Hey, if you're just bored, you want to fucking phone bang and suck my cock a little bit or something?
Huh?
You want to, you know, clean my ass with your tongue?
I mean, what do you mean you're bored?
Send it.
Hello, Miss Omar.
I'm a very young, sophisticated, and classy female.
I'm 22 years of age.
I sit down five foot even.
I weigh 110.
I have great eyes, medium lips, straight white teeth, long bone straight hair.
I'm biracial.
Biracial.
I'm glad to have time.
I'm very outspoken, very transparent.
I'm extremely intelligent.
Educated, headstrong.
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Well, you sound like a very sophisticated lady.
I'm leaving you a message because I'm genuinely intrigued.
I'm in the San Antonio region.
I'm very financially secure.
Just looking for that special someone to share all my fruits of my labor, for a lack of a better term.
If that sounds like something you're interested in, get back.
And by the way, if you're a Democrat, forget about it.
Just leave me alone, you fucking Democrat piece of anti-American trash.
Trump 2020.
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Well, you sound like a very sophisticated lady.
I'm leaving you a message because I'm genuinely intrigued.
I'm in the San Antonio region.
I'm very financially secure.
Just looking for that special someone to share all my fruits of my labor, for a lack of a better term.
If that sounds like something you're interested in, get back.
And by the way, if you're a Democrat, forget about it.
Just leave me alone, you fucking Democrat piece of anti-American trash.
Trump 2020.
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Lady I am.
Has sent you this message.
Oh, Master, I don't want you getting too excited.
I want you to have a heart attack.
I love you, Master.
I don't want you to go nowhere.
I want to always get that 12 and a half inch sausage, Master.
I don't want nothing to happen to my master, General R. E. Lee.
Calm down already.
Stab me in the face with that piece of meat, Master.
You're a little slick face.
Oh, shit.
Look at that.
Look at this, brother.
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Oh, is that what you want?
Master General Lee Message00:15:41
You want a nice good throat fuck?
You think you could be able to take 12 and a half inches down your damn throat like a kiobasa?
If so, I'll force it down there.
You understand that?
I'll force it down your goddamn throat and make you sound like this.
You understand?
You're the kind of slave that I'm talking about, and I ain't going to have no heart attack.
Let me tell you something.
I could go 100 miles an hour and it ain't no thing for me, baby.
You understand?
I can go all night long.
All right?
All right, get back to me.
You know what I'd like to do?
I'd like to fucking just ram it upside your fucking shithole.
All right, just fucking ram it so hard you ain't gonna be shitting right for a week and then pull it out and then have you clean it, baby, with your fucking mouth.
And you better clean it good.
You understand that, bitch?
You better clean General Robert E. Lee's cock good.
You damn right.
And you better call me Massa.
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God.
Oh, is that what you want?
You want a nice good throat?
Fuck.
You think you can be able to take 12 and a half inches down your damn throat like a kiobasa?
If so, I'll force it down there.
You understand that?
I'll force it down your goddamn throat and make you sound like this.
You understand?
You're the kind of slave that I'm talking about, and I ain't going to have no heart attack.
Let me tell you something.
I can go 100 miles an hour and it ain't no thing for me, baby.
You understand?
I can go all night long.
All right?
All right, get back to me.
You know what I'd like to do?
I'd like to fucking just ram it upside your fucking shithole.
Or I just fucking ram it so hard you ain't gonna be shitting right for a week and then pull it out and then have you clean it, baby, with your fucking mouth.
And you better clean it good.
You understand that, bitch?
You better clean General Robert E. Lee's cock good.
You're damn right.
You gotta call me Massa.
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Hi, this is Gloria.
I am 44 living in the northeast side of San Antonio.
Who doesn't like playing games with a good sense of humor between the ages of 44 to 52?
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Look, I'm not going to play any games with you, and I'm really glad that you're not into playing games.
So I'm just going to put it like this, okay?
200 bucks, you and me tonight, body slapping.
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Look, I'm not going to play any games with you, and I'm really glad that you're not into playing games.
So I'm just going to put it like this, okay?
200 bucks, you and me tonight, body slapping.
What do you think?
All right, let's see.
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Hey, guys, I'm 29.
What's this?
Houston.
I'm just here because I want to suck a big dick.
What?
Yes, I want to fuck a big dick.
If you want to come fuck me?
So, yeah, that's good.
Is this the pet Mexican's mother?
Is this the pet mexican's mother?
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Hey, I'd love for you to suck my big fucking dick, but I have to ask you something.
Are you, by any chance, my friend, the pet Mexican's mother?
Because you sound just like him.
I have a friend called the Pet Mexican.
He's a low-down, dirty piece of no-good, disposable fucking road trash.
And what he likes to do is he likes to come to me and continue to take money out of my pocket because he's a poor, fat piece of shit that refuses to go out and work for his own money.
You sound just like his mother.
If you're not his mother, well then, you know, let's figure out where you can, you know, suck the sap out of my balls.
But if you are his mother, can you please tell that stupid fucking bean and cheese choking, rubber-inch a lot of chewing piece of fucking chimichunga shit?
Can you tell him to stop treating me like I'm a fucking flea market?
All right.
Stop treating me like I'm a goddamn garage sale, a swap me, please.
Thank you.
All right.
And by the way, take a whiff of this.
Straight bean and cheese for you, bitch.
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Hey, I'd love for you to suck my big fucking dick, but I have to ask you something.
Are you, by any chance, my friend, the pet Mexican's mother?
Because you sound just like him.
I have a friend called the pet Mexican.
He's a low-down, dirty piece of no-good, disposable fucking road trash.
And what he likes to do is he likes to come to me and continue to take money out of my pocket because he's a poor, fat piece of shit that refuses to go out and work for his own money.
You sound just like his mother.
If you're not his mother, well, then, you know, let's figure out where you can, you know, suck the sap out of my balls.
But if you are his mother, can you please tell that stupid fucking bean and cheese choking, rubber-inch a lot of chewing piece of fucking chimichunga shit?
Can you tell him to stop treating me like I'm a fucking flea market?
All right.
Stop treating me like I'm a goddamn garage sale, a slot me, please.
Thank you.
All right.
And by the way, here, take a whiff of this.
Straight bean and cheese for you, bitch.
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Well, I'm old enough to leave a curve in your back and a fucking tear down your eye after some sexual coyotes with me.
Let's just put it that way.
All right.
I'm a mature man, but not as old as you want.
But I'm young enough to gyrate your goddamn uterus pipe and make it feel like you were 20-something again.
I'll tell you that right goddamn now.
All right.
I'm the kind of man that women wish that they could get with.
I'm what you call a sex machine, baby.
All right.
I don't need no Viagra to get it up either.
All right.
I don't need no Viagra to get my meatbag sprung up 12 fucking inches and going balls deep in your goddamn shit funnel.
Okay.
I'm not even joking around.
All right.
I'm a bad man and I love older women.
The older the woman, the sweeter the juice.
And I want life for us to stop bullshitting around.
We're old.
All right.
We're old.
All right.
Let's get together.
Let's get some body slapping.
All right.
Let's get some orgasms going on here.
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We're mature.
We're adults.
We're not like these dumb kids out here.
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Hey, guys, what is there to cigars?
I'm a Hispanic female, 34 years old.
I'm Hispanic.
Mexican.
I'm Rowetta.
I'm about 5'1 in height, about 149 in weight.
127.
I don't know how 5'129 in weight.
Come on, man.
My favorite things are sports.
I love football, basketball, and baseball.
Right now, I'm just focused on no sports, I guess, because none of my teams made it.
So, are none of my teams are doing good in football or basketball?
So, just waiting for baseball.
A little bit about me.
I'm an easy layback person.
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Hey, what's going on?
I came across your message, and I think it sounds very adorable.
I really do appreciate that you're a woman who appreciates sports.
And like you, I mean, there's no sports on.
There was a little UFC on tonight.
John Jones won the main title fight.
I don't know if you're into combat sports, but I really do think that you sound very nice.
I'm in the San Antonio area myself.
If this sounds like something you're interested in, check out my message and get back.
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Oh, lady.
I sent you this message.
Oh, Master, you're dicking me down the way.
I love it.
Oh, damn, I want to have your kid, Master.
I wish I were younger.
Well, I can't have your all-string master.
Oh, damn, you fucking me anyway.
I want, but you're too aggressive.
I like to get choked too, Master.
Why are you fucking me?
But the way you aggressive you are, you make truck me where I pass out.
You may actually kill me.
And then I couldn't get that dick no more, Master.
What the fuck?
Everybody's looking out for you, Master.
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Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, bitch.
A broad that likes to be choked while she's getting fucking raped.
That's fucking great.
Huh?
Give you a rape a little bit, give you a choke, give you a slap to the fucking mouth, give you a hair pull, huh?
Maybe bound and gag you a little bit, huh?
Maybe put a couple of foreign objects in your fucking orifices.
That's the kind of shit I'm talking about.
And you're goddamn right, I'm your master.
All right.
Now, what you're telling me you want to have my baby, baby, you want you want to be my slave and I'm Thomas Jefferson because we can make this happen, baby.
All right?
I will be Strom Thurman and you be my goddamn nigga slave and we can make this happen, baby.
And don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt you.
I ain't gonna hurt you to the point where you're gonna pass out.
You're gonna be awake, and your eyeballs are gonna be opened as a jaundiced eye fucking while I'm doing my thing of thing with your goddamn nigga ass.
All right, yeah, get back, Biach.
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Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, bitch.
A broad that likes to be choked while she's getting fucking raped.
That's fucking great.
Give you a rape a little bit, give you a choke, give you a slap your fucking mouth, give you a hair pull, huh?
Maybe bound and gag you a little bit, huh?
Maybe put a couple of foreign objects in your fucking orifices.
That's the kind of shit I'm talking about.
And you're goddamn right, I'm your master.
All right, now you're telling me you want to have my baby, baby.
You want to be my slave, and I'm Thomas Jefferson because we can make this happen, baby.
All right, I will be strong Thurman and you be my goddamn nigga slave and we can make this happen, baby.
And don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt you.
I ain't gonna hurt you to the point where you're gonna pass out.
You're gonna be awake, and your eyeballs are gonna be opened as a jaundice eye fucking while I'm doing my thing of thing with your goddamn nigga ass.
All right, yeah, get back, Biach.
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Marshall Bernsey with a $5 dono.
Shit.
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Hey, what's up, bitch?
You know, I wanted to leave you a message.
You sound like a little freaky whore.
If that's you, if you got a couple of fingers up your fucking cunt, then get back.
Unfortunately, you're a typical woman.
You're too stupid to learn how to use this phone service.
And your goddamn message cut off halfway through the time that you were actually trying to describe your damn self.
So just get back to me, all right?
Be a good little slut and get back.
And let's get some phone banging going on.
All right, BH?
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I sent you this message.
Well, unfortunately, I'm not in the San Antonio area.
Of course.
I did, however, want to stop by and say that your sincerity in your greeting was overwhelming and much appreciated.
I'm so curious.
Is she crying?
Only someone like yourself that seems to have so much to offer.
Doesn't have someone to share all those wonderful things with.
Why do you think that is?
And once again, I'm sorry I'm not in the Texas area.
And if you don't reply back, I totally understand.
So either way, you have a great night.
I hope you find that someone.
Is that the widow?
Take care.
Thanks.
Bye.
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I'll send her a message.
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Well, that was the most profound, most emotional, and most genuine message I have gotten on this phone dating website.
This is a very wild place.
And, you know, I'm willing to take the chance to have untraditional methods in trying to meet people because meeting people nowadays has become so different as the years have gone by.
It seems that people need to use some kind of electric mechanism in order to try to get together.
I don't know where you're located.
Remember, this is the bastard that made my left with his vodka.
Interesting as to link to the past.
I can definitely sense the genuine genuine cadence of your voice.
And you almost, you know, you struck something in my heart just by listening to you.
I wish there was more women that were as genuine as you are.
Most women, some of them are in their own worlds.
Some of them are very superficial.
Some of them are very self-absorbed.
You know, you're right.
It's hard.
And it's a shame that we're so many miles apart.
I don't even know where you're located if you're not in Texas.
Just let me know where you're located.
I definitely am intrigued and interested.
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Thank you very much for the very sentimental message.
It really meant a lot.
I'm genuinely serious.
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Well, that was the most profound, most emotional, and most genuine message I have gotten on this phone dating website.
This is a very wild place.
And you know, I'm willing to take the chance to have untraditional methods in trying to meet people because meeting people nowadays has become so different as the years have gone by.
It seems that people need to use some kind of electric mechanism in order to try to get together.
I don't know where you're located, but I'm definitely interested in what you're saying.
I can't deliver it.
You call it close to you.
Send it.
Hey, look, guys.
We have a very chat.
We're just going to have fun.
I don't know if you're interested.
Let me know what's up.
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That better not be a fucking troll.
That sounded like a troll.
That sounded like a little kid troll there.
It sounded like the fucking text-to-speech voice that that fruit bowl ice Poseidon uses.
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I'm not doing it.
I'm not falling for it.
I'm sorry.
I'm not falling for it.
I'm not falling for it.
Lydia, I am.
Oh!
Sent you this message.
Oh, Moutha.
Goddamn.
Damn, got me falling in love with you.
I think I would like to fuck your songs too, Mouse.
Ooh, goddamn.
Anything.
Your offspring, Master.
Your daddy, anyone, Mouse, as long as they're associated with you.
Get back with me, Master Lydia.
What?
Come fuck slave.
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Here.
Goopy.
Here's your fucking first doughnut.
All right, you dumb fucking shithead.
Jesus Christ.
Here's Goopy's dono.
All right.
I'm a sick fuck.
Whatever the fuck.
All right.
Oh, my God.
Stupid shit.
Remember, this is the bastard that made my left testicle.
All right, we get it.
You're a sick asshole.
He's too lazy to upload his archive to bitch shoot.
Even though he claims to like his history of broadcasting over a decade before I end up.
Fuck you, Goopy.
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There's your stupid shitbag message.
I hope your testicle rots off.
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That's right, bitch.
Yeah, you want me to bring over my crew?
Huh?
You want me to bring over some boys and we can all just fucking use your body as a sexual playground and as a fucking cum dumpster to catch or come?
Is that what you fucking want?
Huh?
How about if we all just bent over, all right, and put our asses on your body and do this?
Hold up.
Huh?
How about if I fucking put my fucking crack over your fucking face and make you suck this out of my ass?
How about that shit, huh?
You freaky bitch.
Yeah, you're the kind of freaky fucking broad that I'm talking about, all right?
You're the kind of freaky gutter slut cum dumpster that I'm fucking talking about.
You understand?
You call me Master.
You understand that?
You call me Master.
Here, one more, one more for you.
you're here.
Fucking suck it.
Suck it out of my ass.
That's right, bitch.
Yeah, you want me to bring over my crew?
You want me to bring over some boys and we can all just fucking use your body as a sexual playground and as a fucking cum dumpster to catch or come?
Is that what you fucking want?
Huh?
How about if we all just bent over, all right, and put our asses on your body and do this.
Hold up.
How about if I fucking put my fucking cracks over your fucking face out of my ass, all right?
How about that shit?
You freaky bitch.
Yeah, you're the kind of freaky fucking bro that I'm talking about, all right?
You're the kind of freaky gutter slut cum dumpster that I'm fucking talking about.
You understand?
You call me master.
You understand that?
You call me master.
Here, one more, one more for you.
here.
Suck it out of my ass.
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Hi, everyone.
I'm sorry about my last name.
That sounds called poor.
I just too much message.
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Single mom.
Oh, you're a single mom.
I'm looking poor.
A single mom.
First and foremost.
Then hopefully later on.
Ah, Jesus.
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Hey, I know you're in the San Antonio area, so let's just make a deal.
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You're a single mother.
Okay.
You obviously need money.
Okay.
How about every time I come over and use you as a cum dumpster, $200?
How about that shit?
Okay.
Sometimes twice a week, sometimes once a week, all right?
And if you're a little bit freaky, if you're willing to suck a fart out of my ass.
Hey, what the hell?
I'm trying to send it with priority.
What the hell?
I wasn't finished.
Your message hasn't canceled.
I wasn't finished.
I sent you this message.
What the fuck?
Well, you're very welcome.
And I can assure you the pleasure is all mine.
I am in New Mexico.
Yeah.
And my name is Catherine.
And it really has been a pleasure.
I don't know why I'm smiling.
I'm going to have this like stupid grin on my face.
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Well, I'm glad that you told me that you're out of New Mexico.
I don't think that's very far from Texas at all.
I think that it would be a plain trip of what, maybe a couple of hundred bucks to bring you down here or maybe a few hundred bucks for me to go up there.
I definitely love the genuineness of every one of your messages.
It's really touching my heart.
You know, I live a very professional life.
You know, I'm big in business.
And, you know, I've got a few businesses.
No one ever talks to me in that genuine, caring type of voice, that caring type of tenor.
And every time that I've heard your message tonight, it's kind of brought a heaviness to my heart.
And it's a shame that the world doesn't produce women like you in abundance.
Because if it were, this would be a peaceful world.
This would be a loving world.
This would be a world where there is no pain, a world where there is no madness, a world where everybody's content and everything is okay.
Anyway, my name is my name is Bob.
Short for something else.
I don't even want to tell you my real name, but thank you for messaging me tonight.
I definitely needed this.
Excuse me, I'm sorry.
I definitely needed this.
I'm a little lonely on a Saturday night.
And, you know, I went to this bar scene.
And this is, yeah, it's just so despicable.
I'm so filthy.
Anyway, it's good to know that there's genuine women like you that are out here that still care.
You know, that still care.
Get back to me.
I'm very interested in you.
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Well, I'm glad that you told me that you're out of New Mexico.
I don't think that's very far from Texas.
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Just send it.
I am 45.
What the fuck?
I am 42.
What?
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Hey, I came across your message and I thought you sounded like a very sweet woman.
I could definitely hear the genuineness in your voice.
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I'm in the San Antonio area.
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You sound so, so sweet.
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Oh!
Lydia!
Oh, no!
I sent you this message.
Oh, Master, I just love you already.
Even before I even meet you, I just love for you to put the, I am Lina on complexion, 5'8, 200 pound, 42 double D, nipples about the size of a quarter, pinkish brown, small waves, and 40 voyage bubble, but just love for you.
Just give me that dick.
Just your crew, but I want your son, your dad, and your grandpa.
Oh, your seeds, not your crew, your seed.
So I can have that Robert E. Lee and dick and me.
Okay, Master.
Is this bitch in the hospital?
Did y'all hear that at the end?
That sounded like a fucking machine that she's fucking hooked up on.
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Oh, so you want my seed, huh?
You want me, my sons, my brothers, my dad, everybody to just have a circle jerk around you and then just fucking leave you with fucking all kinds of semen all over your body, huh?
I wouldn't mind doing that, baby.
I wouldn't mind doing that.
Holy shit, ghost.
I've missed you, man.
Sorry about what happened with you on YouTube.
Hold on.
Fat Man 1945 disrupted me.
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Four years.
Four more years.
You're damn right, Fat Man, 1945.
MAGA!
MAGA!
Four more years just fucking leave you with fucking- Record after the tone.
Hit so you want my seed, huh?
You want me, my dad, my brothers, my son to go over there and fucking spray you with semen.
That's what you want, huh?
Well, I'll tell you what, you can be our cum dumpster.
But I want you to be our fucking slave nigger, all right?
That's what I want.
You be a slick nigger!
I'm so proud of you.
Come over here, let me whoop that ass!
And I want you to say that you're Kunta Kinte.
I haven't felt a touch of pain.
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We're missing donos over here.
Catherine, I'm so glad I found your stream, Bob.
Ever since my husband died, my life has been meaningless.
And I felt out a touch of kindness.
And I've been ready to end it all.
You've given me a reason to go on.
Please, Phil.
Dude, stop acting like one of these bitches on the fucking horn.
And Art Hammond, look at this.
Still low on money.
Can anyone chip into this again?
Also, Wednesday shot.
Dude, shut up, fucking Art Hammond.
You're fucking acting like a pet Mexican.
You're an idiot.
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Lydia.
Oh.
I sent you this message.
I'm now, so I had heard from you.
I'm filling the glaze and give me some of that dick.
General Robert E. Lee and Thomas Jefferson.
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I just messaged that beats.
She wants it.
She wants the old Robert E. Lee special, huh?
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Hello, it's the 36-year-old Hispanics.
You know, I'm just looking for someone to talk to.
So if you're interested, just leave me a message and I'll get back to you.
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I'm just looking for a friend upon the call.
And I'm 42 years old.
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Hey, well, it sounds pretty good.
You're just looking for friends?
Are you talking about friends with benefits?
Are you talking about somebody who you can unload all your problems on?
Are you looking for a shoulder to cry on?
What kind of friendship are you talking about?
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Hi, my name is Niche.
I am a post-operative transgender girl.
Oh, Tranny.
In Austin.
Tranny.
Only.
It's Tranny time.
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Hey, what's going on?
I heard that you're a tranny and I'm definitely open-minded.
I just would like to ask you a couple of questions.
First of all, I've got a 12 and a half inch cock.
So if I go balls deep in your bussy, have you properly douched, anal douched your ass enough to where I'm not going to have any shit particles on my schlong, okay?
Secondly, I want to make sure that you're somebody that can actually take a 12.
Because every time I put in just the tip, all right, I have a lot of you traps that just say, oh, it's too big.
I don't want to hear that.
All right.
I want to be able to pump your ass like I was pumping for gas.
Do you understand?
Balls deep.
All right.
And third, I want to make sure that you actually look somewhat like a girl.
Okay.
There are many of you traps.
You still got fucking Foo Man shoes.
You still got mustaches and things of that nature.
I want to make sure that you're at least passable because while you're sitting there sucking the sap out of my balls, I want to pretend that's an actual girl.
Okay.
And last but not least, do I have to mess with your feminine penis?
Do I got to touch it?
Do I got to do anything?
Because I'm not down with that.
Okay.
I'm not down with that.
You're going to have to figure out how to, you know, ejaculate that on your own.
Okay.
So anyway, thank you very much.
You sound pretty fucking hot.
But let's see.
Okay.
Once again, anal douche a must.
Okay.
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Hey, what's going on?
I heard that you're a tranny and I'm definitely open-minded.
I just would like to ask you a couple of questions.
First of all, I've got a 12 and a half inch cock.
So if I go balls deep in your bussy, have you properly douched your ass enough to where I'm not going to have any shit particles on my schlong?
Okay.
Secondly, I want to make sure that you're somebody that could actually take a 12.
Because every time I put in just a tip, all right, I have a lot of you traps that just say, oh, it's too big.
I don't want to hear that.
All right.
I want to be able to pump your ass like I was pumping for gas.
You understand?
God deep.
All right.
And third, I want to make sure that you actually look somewhat like a girl.
Okay.
There are many of you traps.
You still got fucking Fu Man shoes.
You still got mustaches and things of that nature.
I want to make sure that you're stupid.
Oh!
Lady has sent you this message.
Well, so let's say it's like 40 years ago and you knocked me up.
Would you take care of the child?
Hi, Master.
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Well, I would knock you up.
And if you had my child, what I would do is I would send you secret payments in cash so you won't tell my white wife.
Okay.
That's what I would do.
Okay.
And you raise that half-nigger kid on your own.
All right.
And tell them that his daddy was Bill Clinton or something of that nature.
Okay.
I don't do well with kids.
All right.
I don't do well with kids.
And especially, you know, my kid's going to be like half a nigger.
You know, I don't, you know, anyway.
I'm sorry.
You caught me off guard.
I'm sorry.
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All right, dude.
We got to stop, dude.
We're getting too risque in this comedic shit here.
I mean, this is too much.
There are no kids without having myself.
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Hey, what's up?
Out of the San Antonio area myself, just looking for a hot tamale whorebag who isn't bashful and who will make about $250 the hard way.
If that sounds like something you're interested in, get back.
All right.
And, you know, by the way, if you happen to be a fat Latina, all right, instead of $250, it's going to go down to 50 bucks.
Tired of you fat people in this town.
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Hey, what's up?
Out of the San Antonio area, myself, just looking for a hot tamale whore bag who isn't bashful and who will make about 250 bucks the hard way.
If that sounds like something you're interested in, get back, all right?
And you know, by the way, if you happen to be a fat Latina, all right, instead of 250 bucks, it's going to go down to 50 bucks.
Tired of you fat people in this town.
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Send it all.
I sent you this message.
You're welcome, Bob.
I think there's a few of us out here.
I really do.
I disagree with your sentiment that it's just harder and harder to find.
She's crying.
She's crying.
Excuse me.
I'm just getting over the flu.
And those of us that are of a certain age, it's even harder for.
You know, I think we're kind of old school in the way that we used to meet people.
Dying Breed Of Females00:09:38
And it's a whole different world now.
And I'll tell you what.
I am going to leave you my number.
No.
No.
Maybe we can chat sometime.
No.
Hopefully tonight we can get some rest and do this when you're ready.
How's that?
But my number here is.
No. number.
No, no, no.
Four.
No.
No.
Jesus Christ.
NOOOOO! NOOOOO! NOOOOO!
Jesus Christ, man!
Definitely hope here for you sometime, Bob.
We'll get to know more about each other.
Please, good night.
Thank you very much.
And take care.
Bye.
Nah, dude, I'm not.
I'm moving on, dude.
This bitch is crying.
This bitch is leaving me her real number.
I'm not doing that.
I'm not doing that.
I'm just calling you a hot close.
I'm not doing it.
I'm not doing it.
What's up, Ellie?
You're that sexy bi-female.
I'm just going by looking for those Latin, Hispanic, or Mexican ales.
I definitely want to fuck tonight.
Oh, guys.
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Hold on.
You said that you're a bi female, right?
You sound like a man, okay?
And if you are a man, that's fine, okay?
Are you an ugly fat man, or are you like at least a little bit of a trap or a twink-looking type of thing?
Okay?
Because I'm a little open-minded.
I just don't like fat femmes, okay?
Because fat femmes, it's unattractive.
I don't understand why fat people would want to be bottom femmes.
I mean, their taint takes half of their ass crack.
I'm not even joking around.
It looks dirty.
Okay, so if you're a nice little cute little fucking trap twink son of a bitch, then get back, all right?
Bi female.
Get the fuck out of here.
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Oh, my God.
Hold on.
You said that you're a bi-female, right?
You sound like a man, okay?
And if you are a man, that's fine, okay?
Are you an ugly fat man, or are you like at least a little bit of a trap or a twink-looking type of thing?
Okay?
Because I'm a little open-minded.
I just don't like fat femmes, okay?
Because fat femmes, it's unattractive.
I don't understand why fat people would want to be bottom femmes.
I mean, their taint takes half of their ass crack.
I'm not even joking around.
They're dirty.
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Oh, Jesus Christ.
Oh, Jesus.
Emily has sent you this message.
Oh, no.
A friend I can talk to whenever I need it.
A friend that I can name out with when I want to.
And race of birth.
What?
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What the fuck did I say?
Skip it.
I like video games, current events, and YouTube says to connect live with this collar.
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Hey, what's going on?
I'm glad that you're into the internet.
My name is Darkside Phil.
I'm definitely looking for something on the side.
I am married.
I'm going through a bankruptcy right now.
But the reason I need somebody else is so that I can hide the money from the IRS.
And if I can hide the money from my wife and from the IRS, maybe you and me can work something out.
I leave you a little bit of money.
You suck the sap out of my balls.
Maybe I fucking use you as a cum dumpster.
I mean, you know, get back.
I'm Darkside Phil.
Look me up on the internet if you don't, but believe me, okay?
I'm Darkseide Phil.
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Lydia.
Here she is.
I sent you this message.
So does your brothers look like you and have the same views as you get back with me, Master?
And are there dick beats like yours?
Let's leave her a final message.
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Well, my minutes are just about up, but I do want to tell you that I'm glad that I was able to fucking talk to your jigaboo ass because it was rather explicit.
It was rather fun and you were a good sport about it.
I like old fucking comebags like you that know exactly what you are.
You're a filthy whore.
You're a filthy whore that is used to ejaculate penises.
And I definitely want to say that you are a dying breed, okay?
You're a dying breed, and I hope that you raised your daughters to be the filthy, disgusting fucking dishrag whore that you are.
Anyway, thank you very much, and I hope that you have a great life.
And by the way, this is Robert E. Lee saying, take a whiff of this.
Take a whiff of that, baby.
Southern style fried chicken right in that gas, baby.
All right.
See you later, baby.
All right.
Once again, 12 and a half inches going up your snatch hole and in your shit funnel.
All right.
Good night.
Goodbye.
I'm Audi.
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Here it is.
Well, my minutes are just about up, but I do want to tell you that I'm glad that I was able to fucking talk to your jigaboo ass because it was rather explicit.
It was rather fun and you were a good sport about it.
I like old fucking comebags like you that know exactly what you are.
You're a filthy whore.
You're a filthy whore that is used to ejaculate penises.
And I definitely want to say that you are a dying breed.
Okay?
You're a dying breed.
And I hope that you raised your daughters to be the filthy, disgusting fucking dishrag whore that you are.
Anyway, thank you very much, and I hope that you have a great life.
And by the way, this is Robert E. Lee saying, take a whip of this.
Take a whip of that, baby.
Southern style fried chicken right in that gas, baby.
All right.
See you later, baby.
All right.
Once again, 12 and a half inches going up your snatch hole and in your shit buddle.
All right.
Good night.
Goodbye.
I'm outie.
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Oh, Jesus Christ.
We used all our fucking minutes, man.
We used all our fucking minutes.
We tried to get a real somebody on the live show or on the live, what do you call the live chat, but they didn't do it.
Whoever that broad was that was, you know, going along with the goddamn Robert E. Lee bit, that was fucking hilarious, dude.
Give me a fucking.
This bitch was getting off on it, too.
This bitch was like, yes, master.
Yes, master.
Yeah.
Robert E. Lee, Master.
Yes, Master.
Yes.
All right.
Now, what we're going to do right now is we're going to go ahead and transition right in to either Radio Graffiti or shout outs.
So let's go ahead and take a room vote right now.
111 for Radio Graffiti, 333 for chat room, or excuse me, for forum shout-outs.
All right.
1-1-1 for Radio Graffiti.
3-3-3 for shout-outs, for Christ's sake.
Look, we got one shout-out, two shout-outs.
Look at Radio Graffiti, Shout outs, Radio Graffiti.
Man, it looks like Radio Graffiti is winning this son of a bitch.
It looks like Radio Graffiti is winning this son of a bitch.
So look, what I'm going to do here, what I'm going to do is going to go on a break.
Okay, I'm going to go on a break here, and I have to set up the radio graffiti.
Once I come back, we will participate in Radio Graffiti.
Okay, now let me see if I can find something for you fellas so that you all can be on hold while I am while I'm trying to set up the radio graffiti.
So I'm looking through my history right now, and I'm trying to figure out what I can leave here with you guys here.
Excuse me.
Jesus Christ.
All that Robert E. Lee talk.
All that Robert E. Lee talk.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
Anyway, let's go ahead and see what I can find.
I'm looking through my damn history right now.
Not much going on here for Christ's sake.
Come on.
There's got to be something in here for you guys to be watching that I can fucking leave you guys here with for Christ's sake.
What do we got?
I think I already used that one the last time.
Ending The Snake Show00:06:54
And I know many of you guys don't want any kind of politic type of stuff.
So this is a Saturday Night Troll show.
I'm not going to leave you guys with any kind of politicking or anything of that nature.
Although I do want to show y'all something, okay?
I do want to show y'all something about meme magic being real, okay?
I want to show you something about meme magic being real.
Take a look at this, okay?
Now, y'all know baguette, the term baguette, correct?
You know what it's referencing.
Everybody understands the term baguette.
Take a look at Donnie Jr. being interviewed by Tucker Carlson, making fun of Mitt Romney.
Take a look at this.
Take a look at that.
That's Mitt Romney with a fucking baguette in his hand.
With a fucking baguette.
Oh, man.
Fucking meme magic, dude.
It's real.
It's fucking real.
And I'm loving every minute of it.
I'm loving every minute of it.
All right.
Let me leave you guys with something here.
I'm trying to figure out what the hell to guys to leave you here.
You know what?
I'm going to leave you with Grovegag.
Grove Gag.
I think that's what I'm going to leave you guys here with.
Right, a little bit of uh a little bit of fucking uh only use me blades latest fucking hit, all right.
And his latest hit is Grove Gang, Grove Gang, all right here.
Put put the shit on the screen.
All right, here we go.
I will be right back.
Nobody go anywhere.
When I come back, we are gonna conduct radio graffiti.
All right, here it is.
Play it!
Play it!
You should be fucking welcome, whore!
You are so poor.
We're done.
You're poor.
Figure it out.
Fuck it.
Fuck her, dude.
She should be honored now.
You can find her sexy enough to fucking moles her.
Sexual privilege.
Yeah.
Figure out, dude.
Sexual perfect.
Acting like a little bitch.
Let's see.
Imagine being a peg and donator.
Tick racker bugs.
Bro, I'm better than everybody else figured out.
Grunka.
I'm gonna die.
I still want to give.
So if some random fucking ugly whore bitch gets groped, she gets groped.
Accept it.
So I'll press you right now, dude.
Say you will get more of a sexual best.
Wow.
Groke egg.
Stop fucking me, dude.
Hacking like a little bitch.
Better put property.
Oh, shit.
You are so poor.
Okay.
Seriously, you should be fucking honored.
I won't ever grope you, you stupid bitch.
You say rapable.
You're telling me you're judgeing.
You should be honored to be croaked by me.
So squirter something.
Acting like a little bitch.
Do you squirt a little bit?
You think I'm like a fucking sexual perfect.
Do you think I'm like a piece of shit or something?
Groping.
Figure it out, dude.
Maybe you should kill yourself.
You being in here in your car is not an excuse.
Hey, hey, Burgo, welcome.
You are so poor.
You smell like a set.
You should be fucking welcome for gang.
Grove gang.
Died a fire.
Fireworks.
My own shit.
You can break.
Grove gang.
All right.
Take this guy out, dude.
Old fucking blade.
Only lose me legs.
What is this?
Art Hammond.
Oh, great.
Look what Art Hammond's doing now.
Since the pet Mexican bit got old, I might as well donate the rest of the 20.20 and a little bit extra just to get the video that I donated played.
All right.
All right, Art Hammond.
All right.
I was wondering, dude, you know, come on.
What's wrong with you, Art Hammond?
Jesus Christ.
You're not the pet Mexican over here.
You think because you have similar brown skin that I don't know, you guys are, you know, brothers from another mother or something?
Anyway, let's go ahead and hook it up.
Art Hammond, let's go ahead and take a look at his.
Let's go ahead and take a look at his $20, $20.
You fuck.
All right.
You fuck.
Hold on.
Let me make sure.
Hold on.
Stop.
Time.
The timeout.
Time out.
Hold on.
Let me make sure there's not a fucking snake up the ass on this or something ridiculous.
I think we're okay.
Okay, good.
Art Hammond requested this one here for a $20,200.
So let's go ahead and put the PC shot on.
Here it is.
Play it.
playing.
The hell is this crap?
What the hell is this crap, Art Hammond?
What the hell is this garbage?
If it's a snake, I'm ending the show.
If it's a snake, I'm ending the show.
You can thank Art Hammond for that shit.
I'm not kidding.
If it's a snake, I'm ending the fucking show.
If it's a fucking snake, I'm ending the show.
If it's a fucking snake, I'm ending the show.
You can thank fucking Art Hammett for this shit!
Alright, looks like it wasn't.
All right.
Thank you.
I don't know what the fuck that was, Art Hammond, but good God.
Good God.
And you know what?
You fuckers that are out there wishing it was a snake in the ass, you're lucky, okay?
You're lucky because if it was a snake, it would have been the end of the fucking Saturday Night Troll show.
And you all could have been playing with your own pecker shafts.
All right.
You fucking son of a bitch.
One Hit And Done00:15:59
Fucking out of here.
You guys fucking talking.
All right.
Let's.
I should end the show right now anyway because you guys are being fucking dickheads.
But I'm a nice guy, okay?
I'm a nice guy.
All right.
And by the way, if you did donate $55.66 tonight for a chat room invite, I will be emailing you the chat room invite after this show to the email address you use for text to speech.
Okay.
Does everybody understand that?
All right.
And by the way, we had a great time yesterday in the chat room yesterday.
Cheers to you guys that were out there chilling with us, dude.
Thanks a lot, man.
All right.
Without any further ado, let's go ahead and get to everybody's favorite part of the broadcast.
And I'm talking about Radio Graffiti.
That's right, folks.
Radio graffiti, the part of the broadcast where the spectators become a part of the spectacle.
All you've got to do is give me a call right now, right at that add that phone number right there that you see in front of your face.
515-604-9052.
And once the operator bitch starts talking, push in that code 844-286 and the hashtag her pound key.
And once you do, you will be in queue to participate in radio graffiti.
And when I call on your area code or on a call on your name, you've got exactly four to five seconds to say whatever it is that's on your mind.
That's why we call this radio graffiti.
Now, the engineer is taking the night off.
All right.
He has Saturday nights off.
So what I'm going to do, I'm only looking at about four people called up right now on Radio Graffiti.
So I'm going to wait here for a couple of minutes so we can have more radio graffiti callers because if I call on all four of these pricks, it's over.
All right.
So while I'm waiting for more radio graffiti callers, I need some fucking tetrahydrocannabinol.
I need some of the devil's lettuce.
I need some marijuana, the grass, the reefer, the poo smoke.
All right.
Where's my pipe?
Where's my fucking pipe?
Give me my pipe for Christ's sake.
Once again, if you want to participate in Radio Graffiti, it's absolutely free minus whatever long distance charges.
515-604-9052.
And once the operator bitch starts talking, you push in that code 844-286 and the hashtag or pound key.
All right.
Give me my goddamn bag of weed here.
All right, here we go.
And by the way, I want to be honest with you folks, all right?
I get my tetrahydrocannabinol from the Mexican kid that sells candy apples on the corner out here.
And it's that weaponized marijuana, too, baby.
It's that weaponized stuff.
It's that good stuff, man.
Look at it.
Listen, I'm breaking off a nuggie here.
Listen to this.
Listen.
Oh, yeah.
I'm breaking off a nuggie for Christ's sake.
And the pungent smell of tetrahydrocannabinol in the air is rather prevalent.
Very pungent smell of tetrahydrocannabinol.
All right.
Anyway, let's go ahead.
And hey, somebody was saying that sounds like a dispensary baggie.
I'm telling you, I get that weaponized shit.
This Mexican kid that sells candy apples on the corner, he's a pretty good supply.
All right.
That means my weed is the best.
All right.
Anyway, with that being said, let me go ahead and take a couple of tokes.
All right.
I take a toque because up in smoke is where I'll be.
All right.
I'm going to take a couple of tokes and we're going to get to Radio Graffiti.
All right.
Now we got more people calling up for Radio Graffiti.
Thank you very much.
We're waiting for more people to call Radio Graffiti so we can make it a decent session up in here.
All right.
All right.
Hold on.
That's it.
That's it.
I'm going to hold it in, let it hit the brain.
Get a hold of it and let it eat the bread.
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
And every time, dude, every time that I take my first hit of tetrahydrocannabinol, the fucking mucus comes out of my orifice for Christ's sake.
I need a tissue, man.
Give me a fucking tissue, man.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
And what is this?
What now?
Big boy.
I would donate more and try to get into radio graffiti.
But when it's not through YouTube or blog talk, it won't work through the phone.
And ghost ignores me if I can call.
What are you talking about?
Don't call.
What are you talking, big boy?
So everyone don't call.
What are you talking about?
I got people right now.
All right.
What are you talking about?
Don't fucking call.
Why are you being such a prick?
Jesus Christ, man.
Big boy.
Where the fuck you are?
Call up.
I'll try to fucking call on you.
All right.
Jesus Christ.
These guys are all pissed off and shit, man.
Give me a fucking break.
These fucking guys are all pissed off for Christ's sake.
Give me my fucking tissue.
I need to blow my honker one more time.
that's what i'm talking about man All right.
One more hit.
I'm sorry.
One more hit.
Don't call me an addict because I'm not an addict.
All right.
Just one more fucking hit and we're going to get to radio graffiti, all right?
And look, I want to say thank you guys for not pumping those hearts, making my goddamn broadcast looks like some over-effeminate goddamn broadcast, all right?
I am the epitome of masculinity, and everybody out there knows it.
So take those hearts and shove them up your ass.
All right.
I'm glad.
I'm glad.
Here they go.
Look at the guy.
Fuck you.
All right.
Anybody who pushes the heart button takes it in the ass.
All right.
Anybody who pushes the fucking heart button takes it in the ass.
Give me my smoke.
One more hit.
I'm sorry.
That's what I'm talking about.
Gotta hold it in when it hit the break.
Jesus Christ, then.
All right.
Whew.
That one got me there.
Oh, shit.
All right.
All right.
Without any further ado, let's go ahead and get to Radio Graffiti, okay?
Is everybody ready?
All right.
Everybody, so let's go ahead and get to Radio Graffiti right now.
All right.
Now, look, people are saying I'm not.
We're going to start with the numbers first.
How about that shit?
We'll start with the fucking numbers first.
How do you like that?
So everybody can stop fucking pissing and moaning for Christ's sake.
All right.
All right.
Who do we got here?
How about 661 Radio Graffiti?
Because you're a fat piece of shit.
What?
What the hell did you say?
He shit, you fucking nigger.
What are you talking about?
You sound like an ethnic minority.
What the hell are you talking about?
You sound like an ethnic minority.
Shit, you fucking nigger.
Yeah, that's what I say.
Get this idiot out of here for Christ's sake.
All right?
Some 4channer trying to be a shit edgelord by saying the N-word.
Get this fucking idiot out of here.
All right.
Who is it?
How about 336 Radio Graffiti?
How do you feel about the blacks?
I'm going to tell you how I feel about the blacks.
I genuinely do believe black people are inferior to white people.
Ask me about the gays next.
How do you feel about the gays?
I ban.
If people in my chat are gay, I just ban them.
What the fuck?
Hold on.
I'm talking about.
First of all, I don't know who the hell that was, okay?
But secondly, give me a break.
Why the hell would you ban anybody for any reason other than if they're disrupting, spamming, spreading doxes or something of that nature?
Why would you fucking ban somebody for being gay?
I mean, I'm a melting pot of friendship, folks, okay?
I extend my hand in friendship to the LGBTQ, of course, with a rubber glove on it, but I extend my fucking hand in friendship to these people.
I don't know why you guys are so bigoted.
I don't know why the fuck you guys are so fucking bigoted, for Christ's sake.
Let's continue.
How about 587 Radio Graffiti?
All right, you got an Obama folk.
Get this idiot.
I can hear the N-word in it.
Go fuck off, asshole.
All right.
Jesus Christ.
Who else do we got here?
How about 561 Radio Graffiti?
Hello?
Hey, what up, man?
Ghost, your favorite MAGA fans, Fat Man 1945.
What up, dude?
How you doing, man?
It's going good.
I got myself a rum and coke right here, and I just want to raise a glass to you.
Cheers to capitalism, Donald Trump, to you and the engineer, and to just everybody in the chat who's a true fan, all right?
Hey, all right.
Hey, cheers, man.
Fat Man 1945 kicking back with some rum and cokes.
Listening to the Saturday Night Troll Show, episode 26 with old ghost over here.
Cheers to Fat Man 1945.
Trump 2020 is all we got to say to that, baby.
Ha ha ha ha!
MAGA!
MAGA!
This is MAGA country, boy.
All right, who else do we got here?
We got Area Code 786 Radio Graffiti.
Hey, Ghost, is it you, man?
How's it going?
You picked me up.
Hey, what up, dude?
It's a Nicaraguan.
Hey, it's a Nicaraguan.
What's up, dude?
How you doing?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, I can barely hear you, man.
Get closer to the mic, man.
What are you talking about?
I'm right here.
I'm fucking right here on the mic.
Hello.
Hello.
Oh, I hear you better now, man.
How's it going, man?
Man, chilling.
I'm just here, man, doing a goddamn show, getting fucking shit on by all kinds of people.
Oh, I didn't understand that.
You'll hear this when I hear this.
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit.
You had to dangerous hand Spermia cat.
By the way, shout out to Scrummy.
That was liquor that I just chugged right now.
That was liquor?
What kind of liquor?
What kind of liquor?
Oh, I'm drinking Canadian mist.
Canadian mist?
All right, get this Nicaraguan out of here for fuck's sake.
I mean, I've heard it all now.
I've heard it all now.
A fucking Nicaraguan South American fucking drinking Canadian mist.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I mean, you're supposed to be drinking some Mexican shit like Moscow and like tequila.
A fucking even a rum is even better for crap.
Fucking Canadian mist.
Oh, God.
Look, no offense, Nicaraguan, dude.
We're chill, dude.
All right.
I'll give you the black guy handshake and all that stuff, dude.
Man, fucking Canadian fucking mist.
Dude, I thought you were going to say something Mexican or something.
And what is it, big boy?
Hey, call 435.
It's funny how you can only call when I don't.
Dude, I don't.
What the fuck?
I'm calling nothing but numbers right now just because of you, dude.
Okay?
I'm calling nothing but numbers right now just because of you.
And you're pissed off.
I don't know who the fuck you are, dude.
I'm just calling numbers.
Jesus Christ, man.
Look, hey, hello.
Hello, big boy.
Your autism and your Asburgers is showing.
It's not all about you, okay?
Ghost doesn't have some vendetta.
All right, to be like, you know what?
I'm not answering 435's calls, okay?
I'm not answering his.
Yeah, that guy's a fucking baggage.
And I'm not answering his call.
Give me a break, dude.
Give me a fucking break.
All right, look, since you just donated, you know what?
Just, I'm not, you know what?
I'm not.
I'm not going to be a dick.
I'll call on you.
All right.
What is it?
All right.
Here it is.
435 radio graffiti.
You do have a vendetta.
You know what?
You do have a vendiba.
Okay, Canadian mist is fucking dope.
And also, you're a loser.
All your dating line calls.
You know, I can't hear you on the other line because you're doing it on your stupid periscope.
But guess what?
I'm doing chance music rightly.
So guess what?
Ten high whiskey is fucking dope.
You know what?
Fuck you, bitch.
Are you even old enough to be listening to me right now, young man?
Are you even old enough to be listening to me right now?
He fucking hung up.
This fucking 12-year-old little brat just hung up.
I mean, for fuck's sake, dude.
Who the fuck was it?
Listen, listen.
I have to have this conversation.
I'm sorry, okay?
Listen to me, all right?
My show is exclusively for people 18 years of age or older.
Now, I know there are people that have been listening to me since they were young kids.
I get it, okay?
I get it.
But at least back in those days, the young kids that were listening and would call up and fucking, you know, do prank calls and all that radio graffiti shit, their balls dropped.
So that means they had a little bass in their voice.
So you couldn't tell what fucking age they were, okay?
I'm not even fucking joking around.
All we have now is a bunch of fucking brats.
A bunch of fucking brats that sound like fucking fruity ass bastards.
Fruity.
I mean, did you hear that?
Hey, Coast, you're a fucking asshole, motherfucker.
And you don't, you know, you're nothing, dude.
You're a fucking asshole piece of shit.
Yeah.
I mean, come on, dude.
Put a little bass in your voice.
Here, let's do some vocal exercises like they do in choir, okay?
Everybody repeat after me, okay?
Go into your lowest octave that you can possibly go and say this.
Do go really a do.
Really, really low.
Do.
All right, everybody.
Do everybody got that?
Okay, now that you've got your lowest octave, I want you to go into an octave higher into a Ray.
So I want you to say, Do Ray.
Do you hear that?
DO Ray.
Okay?
And you need to go in the lowest octave possible, okay?
Now, once you've got, DORE, I want you to say the next one in an octave higher, but I want you to go, me.
So I'd like for you to say, DOR me.
All right?
Now, I don't know.
Beer Party Radio Graffiti00:15:23
Why am I teaching you idiots?
Your fucking balls are never going to drop.
And most of you have single, dirty, dishrag whore single mothers.
And because you have no fatherly influence or no manly influence whatsoever, most of you are acting in the same mannerisms and the same methods and the same vernacular as your goddamn single mother.
So what the hell am I doing?
All right.
Anyway, if you're interested, you're supposed to say, DOR me, Fossil.
La Me Ray.
Do.
I mean, you know what I'm saying?
So it is what it is.
And fuck you in the chat.
All right?
Fuck you in the chat room, you fucking piece of shit.
I'm just trying to tell you, and I'm just trying to be honest with you.
You fucking young people need to let your balls drop and have some goddamn bass in your voice and stop sounding like you just popped out of the fucking shit funnel of Michael Jackson.
You fucking idiot.
All right.
What do we got here?
Hey, look, we got somebody.
Look at Pettus was in choir.
You see?
I was going to get the reason I did the choir thing because I was going to get everybody who's in the closet out of the closet right there, Pettis.
You see that?
You're doing it in the wrong notes, dude.
Okay.
You're doing it in the wrong notes.
Okay.
I went seven years of choir.
Okay.
Don't fuck with me.
I'm Petus.
Okay.
Fucking fruit bowl.
Fucking homosexual confirmed for pettis.
All right.
Who the hell else do we got here?
How about how about 614 radio graffiti?
Hey, 614 radio graffiti.
Jeez, a fucking Obama phone for Christ's sake, man.
Listen, look, I have to do, I have to do this fucking preamble, right?
No, Obama phones.
No, if you're going to call up, make sure to talk like you got some bass in your voice and you're loud.
I know many of you dumbasses still live with Mammy, even though you're 36 years old, and you don't want mommy to wake up and say, what are you doing?
Oh, shit!
Oh, no!
Somebody, the newest member of the Saturday Night Troll Show, Go Show chat room, to Cater to Cater.
Cheers, man.
Chat room.
Yeah, well, tell you what, Tecator and everybody else who donated $55.66, I will email you to the email address that you purchased your text-to-speech with.
I will email you a link to the official Go Show Saturday Night Troll Show chat room, baby.
Newest member.
I'm telling you, right after the show, okay?
And I will be in there tomorrow.
And maybe I'll do some more gaming tomorrow in the chat room.
Who knows, okay?
Who knows?
But thank you very much to Cater, the newest member of the inner circle.
And by the way, not the inner circle, excuse me, of the Saturday Night Troll Show and the Go Show chat room.
And I do want to say this.
Don't listen to these idiots saying that it's every month 55 bullshit, okay?
It's for the entire year, okay?
The entire year you're going to be chilling.
And ask the people that are already in there, dude.
Ask the people that are already in there.
They had a blast, and we're going to have a lot more fun than that, for Christ's sake.
So cheers to Tecator and everybody else who purchased access to the Saturday Night Troll Show Go Show chat room.
Cheers to you guys, man.
Let's go back to Radio Graffiti.
Tecator, cheers to you, man.
All right.
It's for the entire year, 55.66 for the entire year, okay?
Remember the last time we did it?
It was five bucks a month.
Okay.
It was five bucks a month.
All right.
Fuck the monthly shit.
I don't want to go through all that shit.
One entire year.
All right.
And 55.66.
It's as simple as that, baby.
All right.
All right.
Who else do we have here?
We got, I don't know.
Let's take some, let's take some other numbers.
Let's take somebody.
Let's take some names.
All right.
Let's take some names up in here.
How about who the fuck is this?
Ghost Grinder Radio Graffiti.
I'm not sure why you have a Grindr account, though.
Anyway, dude, seriously.
I don't have a Grindr account.
Shut up.
All right.
I don't have a fucking Grindr account, and I don't hate anybody.
All right.
So all you got to do is download your Grinder app and take a look for yourself and be surprised.
This guy's my neighbor.
This guy's my fucking aunt.
He lives down the street.
He's here fucking that he got a picture of himself there.
Check that I got.
I fucking regret just downloading this shit, man.
I just saw my fucking fucking you son of a bitch.
Take it out.
Fuck you.
Fucking answer.
That's out of context.
Fucking piece of shit.
That's out of context.
Now look, all right.
Back when I was, look, shut up in the exposed.
Fuck you.
Listen, I actually downloaded Grinder one time live on the show.
Live on the show.
And that's where that recording comes from.
And that's where I couldn't believe I found my fucking neighbor looking for a fucking, you know, a quick fucking pump and dump or whatever he was fucking asking for.
All right.
I mean, I don't have the fucking Grinder at.
Shut the fuck up, man.
Jesus Christ.
I don't need the fucking Grinder app ass.
I don't, look, I don't have the Grinder at, first of all.
Jesus Christ, dude.
You see, I should have just stuck with the numbers, but here you got these splicers.
And this is something else I forgot to tell you folks, okay?
These idiots that call up to Radio Graffiti, they like to splice my voice, okay?
They like to splice my voice into having me say shit I never said.
I never fucking said, like racial slurs or like some bullshit that I'm a homo or some whatever, all right?
That's what these fucking trolls do.
So if you happen to hear it upon Radio Graffiti, don't believe it.
It's these fucking idiots that are troll terrorists and cyber vermin of the internet.
Don't fucking believe it, okay?
All right, who the hell is this?
I'm a whorecaster, Radio Graffiti.
Seriously, Samsung, Radio Graffiti, just tipping the whore.
Fuck you, idiot.
Don't you fucking call me a whore, man.
I am not a whore.
I'm a broadcaster, you fucking idiot.
I'm a broadcaster.
Broad, you fucking whore.
Lawyer liar plast for hire.
You know what?
Fuck you.
Seriously, Samsung.
Seriously.
You know, you have been a fucking splicing thorn on my side for years.
And if I ever saw your fucking face, I would take my fucking fist and fucking fucking piece of shit.
I wish this was your fake.
I wish this was your faggot.
Fucking piece of shit.
Fucking tired of this shit.
You see?
Yeah, let's go ahead and go to Radio Graffiti.
Yeah, let's go ahead and get a radio graffiti.
Yeah.
Fuck you.
Fuck all of you.
Hey, what is this?
How I feel when Go skips shoutouts, Radio Graffiti, just shut up.
All right.
Shut the fuck up.
All right.
You fucking son of a bitch.
And what is up with you, goopy?
Oh, my God.
Ghost made my testicle explode.
Don't fall for his vodka trick.
Dude, listen, I don't know what was wrong with your testicle before.
I don't know what the hell is wrong.
Okay.
I was just making reference to after you have unsafe sexual relations with anybody, all right?
The first thing you should do is dip your cock in vodka.
Okay, that's what I just said.
That I said, if you have any kind of unsafe sex, the fucking first thing that you should do is dip your dick in vodka.
That's what I said, asshole.
All right.
That's what I said.
I don't know what the fuck is up with your testicle exploding for Christ's sake.
But that's what we used to do back in the old days because you know how much condoms were back in our days?
I don't know.
We never used them.
Anyway, let's move on.
How about who the hell is this?
How about Fanny, Radio Graffiti?
Hey, Fanny, Radio Graffiti.
Yeah, we got a Helen Keller deaf mute in our mist already.
All right, give me a fucking break.
All right.
How about literally ghosts tonight?
Radio Graffiti.
All right, get this shit!
Get this shit out.
Get out!
Fucking peace of it!
Fucking asshole!
Fucking piece of shit!
God damn it!
God damn it, you motherfuck, man!
Listen, I'm not a racist.
You know what?
You all shut up, dude.
You all just shut the fuck up.
I'm not even joking around.
Oh, my God.
And then, look, my fucking headphones have gone out for some fucking return.
The hell's up with the fucking headphones?
Ah, fucking great.
You know, if it's not fucking one thing, it's another.
When it comes to this fucking broadcast, for Christ's sake, fucking headphones don't even fucking work now because I'm too pissed that you fuckers splice my voice.
You make your little fucking stupid remixes of me saying racist shit, which I've never fucking said.
All right, dude.
You know, what it's two in the morning, for Christ's sake, you know, you all made me miss.
Here, put the radio graffiti fucking graphic back on.
You motherfuckers made me miss the UFC tonight.
You understand, man?
You all made me miss the UFC tonight.
I don't appreciate it one fucking bit.
And here I am.
I'm broadcasting to you sons of bitches.
And you don't even care.
Look at it.
You don't even care.
Look at these fucking people in the chat room.
They don't even give a fuck.
They don't even give a shit, dude.
All right.
You know what?
If I'm going to go on with Radio Graffiti, if I'm going to continue to go on with this stupid fucking circus, I got to drink some beer, dude.
I'm sorry.
I know.
I know there's a lot of folks out there that are saying, no, ghosts, don't drink beer, man.
Don't do it.
Fuck the trolls.
Don't do it.
But you know what?
I got to fucking do it, dude.
I mean, you all are listening to this fucking show.
I mean, come on.
I mean, who else could handle this fucking show in any level of sobriety?
Nobody.
None.
So I'm sorry, folks.
I got a fucking drink.
I'm sorry for everybody.
I'm disappointed.
All right.
Maybe I'm fucking weak.
I don't fucking know, man.
But everybody in here knows what time it is, right, folks?
It's a Saturday Night Troll Show.
You know what time it is.
It's time for more beer.
You're goddamn right, folks.
It's the only way I can palette doing this fucking show.
And I've got me some bottles of Stella Artos up in here.
Because once again, I mean, I keep buying the Stella Artos from this goddamn liquor store.
And, you know, they're going to keep having the damn special of buy two 12 packs, get one free.
Well, I'm buying, baby.
I'm buying.
All right?
And I don't care if it's bottles or those fruity ass cans that they have, for Christ's sake, all right?
I'm drinking some Stella Artos.
All right.
Let me go ahead and pour this into the glass so we can continue with radio graffiti.
Oh, man.
Let me tell you.
You know what's a real triggering factor for me and why it's so hard for me to kind of stop drinking?
I have cut down drinking, by the way.
I don't drink every fucking day anymore and all that shit, but it's the glass, the beer in the glass.
It gets me all the time.
Last time I came on my headset, it malfunctioned too.
Dude, fuck off.
Dude, shut up, man.
I ain't nobody coming on nobody's headset, goopy.
Who the fuck is this guy?
Who the fuck is this goopy fucking sick asshole?
Jesus Christ, man.
All right, let me take it.
Like I said, before I got rudely interrupted by fucking goopy and his sick fucking one blown up testicle, every time I look at a fucking beer in a glass and see that it's cold, you know, you can see the fogginess of it being cold in the glass.
That's got a fucking little bit of head for Christ's sake.
The lights that are penetrating the color of the beer itself.
Dude, that triggers me hardcore.
Whenever I see that, I'm like, give me a beer.
I'm sorry.
That's my triggering point, right?
You got to give me a fucking beer.
I'm sorry.
And I'm not an alcoholic.
I'm a connoisseur.
If I was an alcoholic, folks, I'd be drinking some Paps Blue Ribbon or some fucking Milwaukee's Best or Bud Ice or some cheap bullshit like that.
I don't drink cheap bullshit.
All right.
If I have to drink cheap bullshit, I don't drink.
All right.
If I have to drink cheap bullshit, I don't drink.
And that's all there is to it.
So give me a drink while we're at it.
Ah, yeah.
Oh, man.
Nothing like cold beer.
I mean, once it hits your lips, dude, it's a fucking, oh, it's just, it's just, oh, I love beer, dude.
I'm sorry.
I love beer.
In the words of the Supreme Court Justice Brett Kavanaugh during his confirmation hearings, I like beer.
I like beer.
I'm sorry.
I like beer.
And look, somebody's saying Stella's cheap bullshit.
Yeah, that's probably because you're in Euro cuck land, okay?
And I know out there in Europe, this shit is considered wife beater beer, but it ain't bad, dude.
It's over 5%.
Cheap Stella Bullshit00:14:22
It's nice and light.
You can fucking chug the shit.
It's not too heavy.
You know what I mean?
It's a good spirit.
I don't want to beat my wife whenever I drink it.
I actually want to fucking party.
You know what I mean?
I want to fucking party when I'm fucking drinking this shit.
I don't know what the fuck you guys are doing over there in Euro Cuck land, but I don't know.
Hey, OE magician, Stella Artos is a lager, you fucking dumb shithead.
Lagers are better trying to sound like some fucking beer nerd.
This is a lager, you dickhead.
Anyway, let me go.
And by the way, that's my favorite kind of beer: lagers, because I'm a session drinker.
You know what I mean?
I'm not like one of these idiots that fucking guzzle down IPAs because they're 9%.
I like to have a session drinking session, man.
I like to get a, I usually drink in one session 12 to 15 beers, and in between those 12 to 15 beers, at least four to five shots.
Sometimes six or seven, depending on how party the atmosphere is.
You know what I mean?
So that's what I am.
I'm a session drinker.
I'm not one of these people that just like, you know, gets an IPA and like pretends that they're drunk from it and all this other shit.
So go fuck off.
And fuck you, Jackler.
All right.
Fuck you.
You fucking stupid fucking aimbot cheater at fucking goddamn Fortnite.
He uses Aimbot, by the way, fucking shitty Jackler.
The whole fucking chat room saw it.
He shot me through a fucking wall, fucking cocksucker.
Anyway, he shot me through a fucking wall.
Fucking asshole.
You're an aimbot son of a bitch, and you know it.
Hold it and hit the break.
Dude, shut up.
Each and every one of you that tell me to fucking move on.
You shut up.
Look, Mike Hock was there.
All right.
Yeah, look, Mike Hock was there.
Look at that.
I can confirm he aimbot.
You're goddamn right.
You're goddamn right.
Give me a fucking break.
He shot me through a fucking wall.
Get out of here.
You fucking.
All right.
Look, I don't want to talk about it.
I don't want to talk about Saturday Night Troll Show, Ghost Show, chat room drama, but We need a ruling, all right?
All right, we need a rule.
We need more people to observe me and Jackler.
I'm telling you right now, this guy uses Aimbot and it pisses me off and it pisses me off.
I'm actually pretty good at fucking Fortnite.
And then came fucking Jack.
Oh, you know, you fucking think you're good, huh?
Why don't we have ourselves a little battle royale amongst ourselves?
And this fucking guy, he's over here using Aimbot for Christ's sake.
Anyway, let's move on.
All right.
All right.
What the hell is Aimbot?
It's a cheat fucking mechanism.
It's a mechanism that helps you cheat, dude.
You just have to shoot, and the bot itself will point it at the subject in the game, dude.
It's one of the fucking most horrible cheats in gaming.
The most horrible fucking cheats in gaming.
That's what got one of those phase clan assholes fucking banned from Fortnite for life.
I don't use Aimbot, dude.
All right, I don't use Aimbot, so go fuck off.
All right, let's move on to another fucking radio graffiti call, all right?
Uh, how about, uh, Keckmeister Radio Graffiti?
Jeez, take this fucking stupid shit!
Take this fucking stupid shit off!
Fucking asshole!
Motherfuck!
Fucking stupid shithead, trying to make me sound like not only a racist, but a fucking cartoon on top of all that shit.
Yeah, real fucking funny, you idiots.
Real fucking hilarious.
How about Nash, Radio Graffiti?
Yeah, nice little, it looks like an industrial 80s song.
That's what it sounds like, you know.
I feel like putting out one of those albums, you know, like Depeche, like a Depeche mode-like album, but it's my album, and I'll sing shit like you know, shit like that, man.
I'm just thinking, I'm just thinking, all right.
How about Make America South Again, Radio Graffiti?
All right, who's doing this?
All right, who the fuck is doing this for Christ's sake, man?
It's Black History Month, and you're fucking making splices like this for fuck's sake.
Are you out of your cotton picking minds?
Jesus fucking Christ, you fucking ungrateful people, for Christ's sake, man.
Let's go one more.
How about Ghost Ghost Hardcore Mode Radio Graffiti?
You want to see how hardcore I can get you?
Sorry, sexist crap.
You useless pieces of disgusting digital terrorist cyber vermin horse crap.
Huh?
You want to see hardcore, huh?
Uh-oh.
Man, that was a long time.
Take that.
That was a long time ago, baby.
That was a long time ago, man.
Memories in the corner of my mind.
I'm telling you, time flies, doesn't it, folks?
Time flies.
Anyway, we got a dono up in here.
We got a dono.
Hold on, we got another one here.
Hold on.
What now, Goopy?
Oh, my God.
What now?
What the hell is what the hell did you just say?
I'm sorry.
I'm fucking flustered here.
Not only are you stalling, you're ignoring my exploding testicle.
You're ignoring my exploding testicle.
You should repay me at least in full of my shekels.
Go fuck off, all right?
Go fuck off for Christ's sake.
All right?
In the field of local lives.
Hey, what is this?
Oh, my God.
Hey, ghost, been a long time fan.
Mind giving me a call up?
Who are you, dude?
Crippled female capitalists.
Mind giving me a call up.
Who are you?
I don't even know who the fuck you are.
Anyway, we got a dono here from Truth, okay?
This was the one I was initially trying to go to.
Then we got crippled female capitalist.
I don't know, wanted me to give him a call up.
I don't know who the fuck they, I don't know what the fuck you are.
And then we got Goopy over here wanting me to give me shekels for his fucking exploding testicle or something, which is a bunch of bullshit.
And then this truth person came along, okay, and said Jackler also cheats at Rocket League and other games, and it doesn't surprise me.
Did y'all see that shit?
Oh, is that true, Jackler?
Because it would not fucking surprise me, dude, that you are a fucking cheater.
All right, because I'm telling you right now, you shot me through a fucking wall.
Everybody saw it.
Everybody, because I was streaming the actual gaming that I was doing, folks.
So if you were a spectator in the Discord chat room, you were able to fucking look at the gaming, and people, people clearly saw it.
All right?
Clearly fucking saw it, dude.
So I'm just saying thank you, truth, for the $3 bill for letting everybody know that Jackler not only cheats at Fortnite, he cheats at Rocket League and other games.
So it doesn't surprise me at all.
All right.
It does not surprise me.
Yeah, I was streaming my gaming last night on the Saturday, or excuse me, the Ghost Show Saturday Night Troll Show chat room.
All the folks that paid $55.66 back on the Thursday show were chilling in there with me on Friday night, dude.
I was in there on Friday night at about 6 p.m. and didn't leave till like fucking 3 in the morning.
Till 3 in the morning, baby.
All right, what is this?
I should be in the queue for RG under Crippled Female Capitalist.
Crippled Female Capitalist.
Hold on.
Let me go ahead and see if I can find Crippled Female Capitalist.
Well, you're not here.
And okay, there you are.
All right.
I'll call on you next.
Hold on just a second, okay?
Thank you, crippled female capitalists.
I didn't know you were on queue, okay?
But like I said, you can stream through the Discord server, folks.
If you've got a, you know, you got to go through their fucking, what do you call it?
Push, pump up.
You got to pay.
I don't want to talk about it.
Anyway, once again, everybody who was in my chat room, the 5566, anybody who donates $55.66 gets an intro to my chat room for the entire fucking year.
And the guys that fucking paid for it via text-to-speech dono, they were in there on Friday.
We were fucking, we were literally game partying.
Now, I want to be honest, for the first two hours, there was a lot of sick shit posting, okay?
A lot of sick trolly shit, sick posting, shit posting.
But after that, it was fucking fun.
Oh, wait, there, Mike Hock was there.
Mike Hock was there.
No, really.
Jackler cheats.
Jackler shot him through a wall with a shotgun at long range and somehow killed Ghost.
Then suddenly the game was freezing up and Jackler kills Distillan.
He was DDoSing everyone too.
Never trust a Britbom.
Oh, hey, look, Mike Hock.
And look, everybody who's in there is pretty acquainted with games.
So, yeah, you know, I wouldn't, I don't trust Jackler, okay?
I don't trust Jackler.
And I'm glad Mike Hock was looking.
He was on the stream and he shot me through a wall with a fucking shotgun.
So give me a fucking break.
At long range is right.
So, yeah, don't trust Jackler, okay?
Don't trust Jackler.
Anyway, let's get back to Radio Graffiti.
I've got a call on Crippled Female Capitalist Radio Graffiti.
Crippled Female Capitalist Radio Graffiti.
Hey, crippled female capitalist Radio Graffiti.
You just fucking donated so you could be a Hellen Keller death mute?
I mean, Sir, you fucking crippled fucking female capitalist fucking radio graffiti.
This fucking person donated twice so they can be a Hellen Keller deaf mute.
I mean, what the fuck kind of sense does that make?
What the fuck kind of sense does that make?
Just get this fucking out.
Are you fucking joking me?
Good fucking God.
And who the hell is this?
Cowboy Ranch Radio Graffiti.
Pettish Radio Graffiti.
I suck.
Cowboy cox, I suck.
Alright, get this s- Shut the fuck up.
Fuck you, Pettis.
You fucking stupid fucking shit.
Fucking piece of shit.
Obviously, that was a splice, folks, okay?
And if by some chance I actually said that, I was doing a prank call or some bullshit like that.
And of course, these fucking idiots that are the cyber vermin that are going around the internet with their fucking teeth.
They're fucking all this bullshit.
They're going to splice that.
And was that the Home Depot as well?
Good God, dude.
This is my life, dude.
This is my fucking life.
How about El Chapo's One Piece Radio Graffiti?
Well, fan power, drugs.
El Chapo, the most infamous drug lord, obtained this and everything else the world had to offer.
And his last words before being sentenced to life in Supermax prison, drove countless gangs to South America.
You want my money?
You can have it.
I left everything I gathered together in one place.
Now you'll just have to find it.
These words.
Road gangs.
Central America in pursuit of El Chaco's billions.
is the time known as the Great Gang Era.
Uh. Uh.
Anime El Chapo Madness00:06:02
Alright.
What the fu- What the hell was I just listening to?
What the hell was I just listening?
Was that some anime bullshit about El Chapo?
They're doing animes about El Chapo.
They're doing fucking animes about El Chapo.
Oh, God.
What is our world coming to, man?
For fuck's sake.
How about Debate Destiny Radio Graffiti?
I genuinely do believe that blacks are lesser than whites.
I'm going to have my computer mic on fucking stereo mix instead of my normal microphone.
I am terribly sorry about that.
I should be under the name of Bites the Dust since my first call with the Dustin.
Take that shit off, man.
We had a goddamn dono.
Wrong mic.
Fucking Christ.
I had my computer mic on.
Fucking stereo mix instead of my normal microphone.
I am terribly sorry about that.
I should be under the other name of Bites the Dust since my first call bit the dust hard, excuse me.
All right, did Destiny really say that?
I know who that fruit bowl is.
He's a little fruity, little fucking leftist bastard over there on Twitch.
You know, your fucking quintessential soy boy who thinks that he is, you know, flexing nuts by being, you know, somewhat politically correct edginess that I portray.
Anyway, let's move on here.
How about how about Ghost Votes Trump 2020?
I am going to break barriers in the White House.
All right, get him the hell out of here, will you?
Let me get my freaking gun.
Let me get my freaking gun out of here for Christ's sake.
Oh, a hot bar.
All right, get this shit out of here.
You fucking ass.
Fuck you, whoever the fuck did that, dude.
That's not even funny to kid around about.
That's not even funny to kid around about.
All right.
All right, let's go to Bites the Dust Radio Graffiti.
Hell yeah.
In the field of local live home entertainment.
Oh, my God.
Call on y'all favorite meme genie ghosty.
I would, but I'm sitting over here.
BITES THE DUST!
RADIO GRAFFITI!
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Are you fucking, what a joke, dude.
What a fucking joke.
All right.
What a fucking joke.
All right.
We'll go to ST Mike Radio Graffiti.
ST Mike Radio Graffiti.
Are you kidding me?
Have a heart attack.
I got the heart of a 21-year-old.
Are you kidding me?
I mean, I could fuck for 12 straight hours.
Well, let me tell you something.
break, Mr. Pibb.
You fucking...
What?
What the fuck?
You son of a bitch!
Fucking STEACH!
Fucking trying to wish a fucking heart attack on me over here.
All right, I'm still fucking vibrant.
I'm still strong.
I'm still virile.
So don't sit here and try to sit and bestow or meme any of that kind of shit into reality.
I'll tell you that right goddamn now.
Fucking ST Mike the meme genie, you son of a bitch.
Do you see why I'm drinking right now, folks?
Huh?
Does everybody realize why I'm fucking drinking right now, for heaven's sake?
And by the way, that reminds me, man, I'm out of beer in the beer glass, so more beer.
Give me another goddamn beer up in this son of a bitch, man.
I'm filling myself up with piss and fury, you son of a bitch.
All right?
And I'll tell you right now, that's a dangerous position to be in if you're anywhere within my vicinity, boy.
Especially if you're a shit-talking cyber vermin troll terrorist shit-talking son of a bitch.
My fucking beer, for Christ's sake, man.
I'm popping bottles of beer over here.
All right.
Popping bottles of fucking beer.
And fuck you.
I'm not stalling.
I'm doing me.
I'm drinking a fucking beer, venom snake.
All right?
Jesus Christ.
Now you're making me belch.
Now you're fucking, now you're making me fucking belch, you son of a bitch.
I'm filling myself up with piss and fury, you fucking piece of shit.
All right?
And I can fucking drink when I want, whenever the fuck I want.
Do you understand?
Jesus Christ.
Man, I do what I want.
You fuckers do what you can.
You understand me, boys?
Huh?
I do what I want.
You do what you can.
And what is this?
Find me someone?
I'm called Find Me Someone.
Unlike that last idiot, my mic actually works.
Teutonic Plague Confusion00:04:16
Oh, Jesus Christ.
I mean, I mean, come on, man.
All right.
What is this?
What kind of games are we playing here?
What kind of games are we playing here for Christ's sake?
Where fuck?
I don't see anybody with that name.
I don't see anybody by that name.
Oh, here it is.
Find me someone, radio graffitiing.
This is Sparta radiography.
So you know what I'm going to do?
I'm going to do me here for a minute, all right?
I'm doing me, all right?
You know what I'm going to do?
I'm going to whack off to a naked picture of a snake in the ass or magnets in the penis rotting crotch.
I'm a sick man.
I'm a fucking sick bastard.
All right?
I've got some shit wrong with my fucking head.
You fucking piece of shit.
You know, where the fuck is that?
This is Sparta.
Was that that fucking piece of shit?
Where the fuck have you been, man?
It sounds like you're a little rusty on your goddamn splices there, boy.
That's what it sounds like.
You saw a sack of trash?
Huh?
You sounds like you're a little rusty over there, boy.
Jesus Christ.
I can't believe it.
That was you.
That was fucking you.
That was, that was me.
That was just Sparta.
That was me, dude.
That was Tommy Me.
Oh, look who it is.
Oh, my God.
Call on.
Look who it is.
Look who it is.
Let's go ahead.
Ard Hammond, Radio Graffiti.
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart.
The very next day you gave it away.
This year to save me from tears.
I'll give it to someone special.
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away.
Hey, this year to save me from tears.
I'll give it to someone special.
Oh, my God.
Look, I don't necessarily love you, but I thank you.
How about that?
How about thank you there, all right?
Anyway, how'd y'all like that there, huh?
How'd y'all like that?
A little bit of fucking Ard Hammond with fucking, yeah, all right.
Y'all get it.
Anyway, let's get another radio graffiti call.
How about guess who's back, radio graffiti?
Oh, man.
Teutonic plague go.
Wait, hold on, wait, wait, wait, wait.
You hung up.
Was that the Teutonic plague?
What the fuck was that?
Hold on.
I don't know what happened.
The shit just hung up all of a sudden.
Was that the Teutonic plague?
Did y'all hear that, right?
Tell me that the fucking Teutonic plague.
Look, call back.
Call whoever the hell guess who's back.
Call back.
I don't know what the fuck happened.
I'll call on you again.
What the fuck?
The Teutonic plague.
Oh my God.
Dude.
Everything's coming back, right?
I mean, the more forward we go into the future, the more farther we go into the past.
Unfucking believable.
The fucking Teutonic fucking plague.
I'm sorry.
It just clicked off.
I don't know what the fuck happened here.
I have no idea what the fuck happened here.
Anyway, let's move on.
I'll call on you back, dude.
I don't know what happened.
How about Michael Feinstein, Radio Graffiti?
How about an enemy random thing?
Hey, go, Spiffy here, Granny, again.
I have yet another confession for you.
About 20 years ago, I had an intense fascination with enemies.
And even now, I still love it.
Things like Fairy Tale, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Sailor Moon, my hero Cat Mead, Tokyo Ghoul, etc.
Get this shit.
Fuck you!
Great Christmas Recording00:16:03
Don't make fun of my granny!
Fucking stupid fucking idiot!
Don't make fun of my granny, you fucking fucking shit!
Peace of fucking shit!
Let me tell you something, man.
Y'all better stop making fun of my granny right damn now.
And whoever the fuck that is that tries to fucking use some voice modulator to try to sound like my granny, dude, fuck you.
Fuck you, alright?
You're a fucking piece of shit.
I don't know why you motherfuckers come at my granny.
You motherfuckers are shitheads, man.
All right.
My granny was a pious woman.
She never cursed a day in her life.
Do you understand me?
Whenever she made food for us young'ins and we had any leftover, she'd go and give the rest to the next door neighbors, man.
My granny was a pious woman, and for you idiots to spit on her fucking grave like that really chaps my ass.
It really chaps my fucking ass.
Fucking Christ.
Who the hell's next?
Ghost Secret Affair, Radio Graffiti.
Pettis Radio Graffiti.
Well, I would knock you up, and if you had my child, what I would do is I would send you secret payments in cash so you won't tell my white wife.
Okay, that's what I would do, okay?
And you raise that half-nigger kid on your own, all right, and tell them that his daddy was Bill Clinton or something of that nature.
Get that shit!
Get it!
Yeah, piece of shit!
Get out!
All right, that's it, man.
Y'all want me to end the show now, you fucking scumbags?
You want me to end the show now?
You fucking piece of shits.
Don't you fucking dare go there.
Do you understand me?
Don't you fucking dare go there.
Or I'm ending this fucking broadcast, all right?
I'm ending this fucking broadcast.
I'm not even fucking joking around, dude.
Do not fucking go.
The fucking shut up in the chat room, man.
Anybody who laughs at that takes it in the fucking ass.
They take it up the fucking ass if they laugh at that shit.
They take it up the fucking ass.
God damn it.
You fucking rosebud asshole having used condom sucking, taint-tonguing, blue-ball-blowing pieces of fucking shit.
Fucking milky liquors, man.
Fucking milky liquors, man.
Fucking hell, man.
You know that I should have taken the day off today.
I should have watched the goddamn John Jones UFC fight like everybody else.
And I should have went to fucking Twin Peaks.
I would have been able to have 29-degree draft beer in ice-cold mugs at 32-ounce intervals.
Okay.
I would have been able to have some ghost hot pepper wings.
I would have been able to see all my goddamn combat sports on all the goddamn screens they have all over the damn place.
And it would be served to me by 20 to 21-year-old pieces of ass instead of fucking around with you fucking people.
But no!
You know, here I am.
I have a decent time in the Ghost Show Saturday Night Troll Show chat room last night.
I end up kicking it with these sons of bitches till 2 or 3 in the morning over here.
And I say, you know what?
I'm going to go ahead and do a show.
All right.
I'm going to go ahead and do a show for Christ's sake.
That's what I'm going to do.
Jesus Christ, you're making me belch.
Jesus Christ.
Listen, I decided to do a show tonight because, you know, like I said, all right?
Like I said, I had a good time last night in the chat room, man.
And I just, you know, I have a fucking weak heart or some shit.
You know, I fucking, you know, I don't even know what to fuck to say, man.
And I don't even know why I care about any one of you.
I don't know why I even care about any one of you fucking pieces of fucking dog shit.
That all you do is spread slanderous lies about me.
You fucking make me look like a fucking idiot all over the fucking internets, man.
Fucking piece of shit.
You guys are fucking pieces of shit, all of you, man.
All of you, man.
I'm not even fucking joking.
I'm trying to chug these fucking beers, man, so they can take the fucking pain away, man.
I'm trying to chug these beers so they can take the fucking pain away.
Oh, God.
Just all of you people in the fucking, who the hell's a Sicilian king?
Who the fuck is this stupid WAP fucking asshole?
Huh?
Why don't you go and fucking hop around like you got a fucking Kyle Zone sticking out your ass?
Fucking meatball eating son of a bitch.
What are you?
Are you fucking Keem Scarce's daddy?
Is that who you is?
You Keem Scarcest Daddy?
I wouldn't be surprised.
I wouldn't be surprised for Christ's sake.
Jesus Christ.
You goddamn motherfuckers, man.
You goddamn motherfuckers.
Here, I need some more tetrahydrocannabidol.
I need some more poo smoke.
What now?
What now?
Oh, my God.
Don't worry.
I'll raise our secret half-nigger son to be a proud helicopter pilot.
I mean him, COVID.
Man, why do y'all do this, dude?
Seriously, man.
Are you this macabre?
I mean, are y'all this macabre?
I mean, look, we're just trying to have some good laughs on the old date line, okay?
Okay.
Occasionally, we'll bend the rules of certain racial humorous taboos.
But for fuck's sake, did you just hear that?
I mean, good fucking God, dude.
I don't even know what to say, dude.
I don't even know what to say anymore.
You guys are fucking sick, man.
I mean, look, I'm just trying to be risque humorous.
You people are trying to be intentionally macabre and intentionally hurtful, and it's very fucking sad.
I'll tell you that right now.
It's very fucking sad.
It's very fucking sad.
You people are sick, dude.
You people are sick fucks, man.
Hold on.
I'm letting the.
Let me hit the brake.
Oh, shit, dude.
What?
What now?
What now?
Oh, my God.
Ghost, that was glorious.
We definitely should do another duet performance on the show.
Another duet?
That was just impromptu, dude.
That wasn't planned, okay?
We don't plan anything on this show, obviously.
The show just goes, it goes the way of the troll, unfortunately.
I mean, for fuck's sake, that's the way it is.
And since Art Hammond was singing, last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away.
Hey, this year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special.
I mean, you know, I just decided, you know, why not?
Why not join in?
Why not join in?
And I miss that song.
I'm already missing Christmas.
This was a great, dude.
This was a great Trump Christmas.
It was a great Christmas.
It was the best Christmas I've had at least in 10, 15 years.
Great fucking Christmas, dude.
Great Christmas.
I love it.
That's because we're living in Trump America.
I know some of these left-wing fucking Trump derange syndrome sons of bitches want you to believe that Trump is some fucking evil dictator or some shit.
But it was a great Christmas, baby.
It was a great Christmas, for fuck's sake.
I'm loving this.
I'm loving it.
Give me a smoke, all right?
Is that a crotch rocket?
God damn, son of a bitch.
Anyway, let me smoke and we'll move on to radio graffiti.
A little bit more radio graffiti up in here.
All right.
It's a Saturday Night Troll show you're listening to, folks.
Make sure to spread this show around the internets and throughout the world.
We are pure word-of-mouth show, folks.
All right.
We get no help from anybody, all right, from getting any kind of viewers whatsoever.
So it is what it is, all right?
It is what it is, all right?
Jesus, and you're making me belch.
All right, here it is.
I'm about to hit the brain.
All right, I'm feeling better.
I'm feeling better.
I'm feeling better.
All right, I'm feeling a little better.
All right, let's go.
Let's go to another radio graffiti call.
How about what is this?
NIG History Month Radio Graffiti.
Ring that bell.
Shout for joy.
White Mancy is here.
Playing me and Victim's already on the fear.
Send there, man.
I ain't going to get on that boat.
Look like that boat link to me, man.
No, man, you got the best white man in the world.
All right.
Get this shit off of here for fuck's sake, man.
It's Black History Month, folks.
I mean, you know, can't y'all just take a break?
Can't y'all just take a break?
It's Black History Month, man.
All right.
Can't y'all just take a break?
It's not even a full month that you even have to fight.
It's the shortest month of the year.
It's why we gave it to the blacks.
But y'all can't fucking.
Yeah.
All right.
Never mind.
Let's move on.
How about, uh, who the hell is Sheep Capitalist Trinity Radio Graffiti?
I guess, yeah.
Yeah, what's up?
I'm here, dude.
What's going on?
Yo, what's up, dude?
Yeah, I'm here.
What's going on?
Oh, sorry, dude.
I can barely tell you, but it's all.
Yo, I'm swearing listening, dude.
Fucking MAGA country, bro.
You're damn right.
I'm going to be fucking kicking off real good.
I'm going to let you know on that one.
Hey, dude, thank you very much.
That almost sounds like Salmon Andy, which I fucking hate.
But hey, dude, cheers to what you just said.
MAGA Country, Trump 2020.
Thank you, sheep capitalist.
I do appreciate it, man.
You were cutting in and out, so I just kind of have to kind of move on because people are going to already, look, they're doing it now, Obama phone, all this other stuff.
But MAGA!
MAGA!
This is Trump Country, boy.
This is Trump Country.
What is this?
Do date line.
I already did the date line, dude.
What are you talking about?
I just did it.
And why are you giving me a link?
Why are you giving me a link?
It's $20.20 for me to play a fucking link, dude.
All right.
You're bothering me in the midst of radio graffiti, which I'm sure many of these folks don't fucking appreciate.
For fuck's sake, who else?
I ate radio graffiti.
You're bothering me.
Random commenter.
I ate the juice.
C. Kyle.
CM Kyle, C Kyle, Cyle, C M Kyle, C Kyle, C Kyle.
All right, get this shit, you fuck you asshole, all right?
Somebody put the word, or excuse me, the letter C and the word Kyle, like C. Kyle.
I said it one time, and that's what the fuck they did, folks, all right?
That's what they did.
This is the kind of fucking jerk-offs that they are.
And I want to be honest with you, these people, they're just upset.
They're anti-Semitic idiots, okay?
Everyone knows that I am a friend of Israel, okay?
I believe Israel is our greatest ally.
And for these people to be anti-Semitic, I do not, I do not condone that whatsoever.
I don't condone any of these things that these people say, all right?
That's all there is to it, all right?
I don't condone any of this shit.
These people are sick.
All right, these people are these people need some fucking help, but of course, they're never going to get it.
You know what they're going to get?
They're going to get psychotropic drugs to make them even more fucked up.
That's what they're going to get.
All right.
That's what the fuck they're going to get.
And is that helping the problem?
I don't think so.
Anyway, who the hell is this?
Such a retard, Radio Graffiti.
Shock my tick!
Say something else!
Say something else, or it's fake!
Say something else!
What the fuck?
What up, you fucking ass!
Shock my tick!
All right, it's a fucking recording.
Get this fucking idiot out of here.
It's a fucking recording.
It's a fucking recording, for fuck's sake.
All right, who the hell is this Tardler Radio Graffiti?
What the fuck, dude?
All right, what the fuck?
First of all, the splice and the stupid remix trying to make me sound like some fucking racist shithead.
I mean, fuck you.
And then to make me sound like a tard.
All right.
I mean, you can definitely tell every time I talk to you folks that I'm a very sophisticated man.
All right.
I know a thing or two about a thing or two.
All right.
I mean, I have the intellectual curiosity of the biggest minds that are walking the face of this planet, even though you idiots claim that I have dyslexia.
But regardless of that, folks, I mean, do you all actually think that I'm some kind of a fucking two-bit tard like this?
Is that what y'all think?
Fuck you if you think that.
All right.
How about the right thing, Radio Graffiti?
Donald Trump is the most corrupt president in our nation's history.
When I called for his impeachment two years ago, Washington insiders and every candidate for president said it was a good idea.
Get this ass, get this fucking idiot out of here.
Get the fuck out of here.
And what is this?
Positive Reinforcement Needed00:14:40
Trump caking up Washington.
What the hell does that mean?
Trump caking up Washington.
What the fuck?
Trump cake.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
But if you're doing any kind of reference to anti-Semitism, you, sir, are a fucking piece of shit.
You, sir, have a lot of hate in your heart.
All right.
Israel is our greatest ally, for Christ's sake, man.
The fuck's wrong with you people.
Jesus Christ.
Who else do we have here?
Will-O-Wisp Radio Graffiti.
I love CP.
Oh, yeah.
Get to get this person.
You know, we're banning Will-O-Wisp from the fucking forums, too.
All right?
We're not fucking putting up with that shit.
There's nothing funny about that shit.
All right, who else do we have here?
I'm not joking.
You know what?
Just for that, I should end the fucking show on that shit.
I should end the fucking show on that fucking shit because you fuckers are going to make fucking...
They're laughing about it.
Look at their fucking laughing.
They're fucking laughing for Christ's sake.
All right?
They're fucking laughing.
Y'all gonna fucking laugh?
I'll end the show right now, you fucking shithead.
All right, watch, try me.
Try me.
Look, it's already fucking late.
I can't even go to the fucking bar for Christ's sake.
Try me, dude.
I'm not, fuck you and your fucking shout outs, dude.
I'm not, fuck you and your, I'm not doing shit.
I'm not doing shit.
Look at it.
Everybody thinks that I'm fucking fucking around.
Look at it.
Nah, you won't fucking end it.
All right, hold on.
All right.
You all are about to be very disappointed because I am about to end this fucking show.
And the only thing I got to say to you fucking idiots is that you're not going to fucking sit here and make a fucking stupid fucking child pornography type of joke on this broadcast and think that it's fucking funny.
All right.
You understand that, you piece of shit?
So I'm telling you all right now, everybody who laughed at that, that's why.
That's why I'm ending this son of a bitch.
All right?
That's why I'm ending it.
All right.
And look at Art Hammond.
Fuck Willow Wisp.
Please continue.
We love it.
Dude, fuck that.
Fuck that.
This is the kind of sick element that we've got fucking listening to the broadcast and I don't get it.
I don't get it.
And I don't want to get it.
And you know something?
I shouldn't have even have been here.
I shouldn't have even have been here, dude.
I should have been watching the John Jones fight.
All right.
Now, fuck you.
Yeah, fuck.
Do shout-outs or no balls.
Look at this shit.
Oh, yeah.
Now you all are fucking trying to tell me that my manhood is dependent on fucking giving you fucking ungrateful shitheads shout outs.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Huh?
Is that what you're fucking trying to tell me?
You don't tell me shit.
You sit there and you listen.
You don't tell me a fucking thing.
I'm the broadcaster, you fucking piece of shit.
In 2015, in 12 years, they're going to give me the golden microphone for being the best broadcaster in fucking history, you fucking son of a bitch.
Don't fucking try to sit here and tell me shit.
Nobody tells me fucking shit.
I do what I fucking want.
Do you understand?
I do what I want.
You do what you can, you son of a bitch.
Nobody tells me what the fuck to do.
Nobody.
What is this?
Trump.
Trump taking control stake in Nokia and Erickson for 5G.
What a socialist.
Taking a controlling set.
Dude, shut up, alright?
Just shut your fucking mouth.
Now all of a sudden you want to talk politics, you piece of shit, huh?
Now that I'm about to end the show on these fuckers, these ungrateful fucking shitheads, I should have taken the day off today.
I should have taken the day off today.
I should have taken a day off.
Oh, Jesus.
What? What? What? What is this?
Art Hammond.
That joke was out of line.
Many children have traumatic experiences because of both physical and sexual abuse.
Seriously, Will-O-Wisp.
No shit, man.
You know, no shit.
No shit.
Hey, dude, no, I'm tired of you fuckers, man.
I'm tired of you fucking thinking you can throw money at me like I'm a fucking whore.
Local live homement.
Oh, God.
Look at this shit.
Don't go.
We're enjoying the show.
Don't let the trolls get smoke.
Pour a drink.
Then, if you're feeling like it, we love shout-outs.
Oh, God, dude.
You see, now y'all trying to get look, besmirch the merch.
He's trying to, you know, look at bad cop, good cop, you know, duva, dude.
Hey, man, here, he's fucking 20 down to 26, baby.
Go ahead and do the first two pages.
You got besmirched the merch 25.
Hey, calm down, Billy.
Everything's going to be okay, all right?
Why don't you have yourself a little bit of beer, a little bit of smoke, and then calm down, take a few breaths.
We would definitely love to hear the shout-outs, dude.
Oh, God.
All right, you want me to take it?
You want me to do me for five minutes?
All right, I'm going to do me for five fucking minutes, okay?
All right, I'm doing me for five minutes.
You know what that means?
That means more beer.
That's what the fuck that means, man.
And you all wonder why.
You wonder why I got to fill myself up with fucking piss and fury.
You know something?
I mean, you guys are getting so.
I'll be honest with you.
You guys are getting to me.
I mean, doing a show like this is not fucking healthy at all for my physical and mental state, okay?
Especially my mental state.
All right, what is this?
Local ghost show fan.
Oh, my God.
Tune in to the Radio Graffiti Queen show still on.
These tards will get an aftershoot.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Anyway, look, I've got some real fucking like, you know, you guys are starting to fucking affect me mentally, is what I'm saying, all right?
Doing the show and then, like, trying to talk to you fuckers.
Now, now I'm doing, you know, Radio Graffiti, or excuse me, Go Show, Saturday Night Troll Show chat room chats.
Like I said, I was in the new Go Show fucking Saturday Night Troll Show chat room yesterday from six to three, and here I am.
I think that we're getting close over here.
And look at some kind of shit you do.
All right?
Kids enjoy sex.
Why does that make you so upset?
Oh, it's just scientific facts.
Who the hell just donated that?
I'm sorry.
I'm not saying it's okay to rate them.
It's just facts.
That they masturbate.
Who the fuck just did that?
Hold on.
Who the fuck just did that?
Who in the fuck just did that?
You fucking piece of shit.
You fucking sick piece of garbage.
Oh, my fucking God.
All right, dude.
Who am I?
Local live homement.
Hey, look, here it is.
Hey, I don't know who fucking used my name.
All right, now deny, deny, deny, deny.
Peto jokes are too far.
They're fucking ridiculous and unnecessary, is what they are, okay?
Oh, my God.
RG line is still.
Take well, the engineer's not even fucking here for Christ.
Thank God.
Thank you for telling me that shit.
Jesus Christ.
Yeah, goodbye is right.
I didn't even fucking know, man.
The fucking engineer isn't here.
So Jesus Christ.
No shit.
You probably would have fucking heard me getting on with fucking Mrs. Ghost and all that shit.
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
I appreciate that shit.
All right, look.
Let me open up this beer and we'll do two pages.
All right, we'll do two pages of some shout outs since you fucking guys are trying to play fucking psychological games here with me.
All right.
But I'm going to be honest with you fuckers, dude.
You guys fuck with my head.
All right.
You guys fuck with my goddamn head to the point in which I have to get a button, you know, to kind of get some like positive reinforcement, you know?
And I got a button right here, believe it or not, right by my desk.
And anytime I need some positive reinforcement, there's a, I got a button right here.
Here it is.
I just push the button.
You can do it.
You know, some positive reinforcement for Christ's sake.
And that's what I need.
That's why I'm pushing the button.
I'm pushing the positive reinforcement button.
Do what you love.
See that?
That's what I fucking need.
And it's because of you.
It's because of all of you.
Fucking with my head and shit for Christ's sake.
It's because of all of you.
I got to fucking go through this shit.
All right.
I got a fucking positive reinforcement button for Christ's sake.
What is it now, Gurak?
What is it now?
Oh, my God.
Why don't you act like the man you claim to be and actually go through with one of your threats for once?
Oh, fucking have an actual pair of balls.
Oh, you know what, Gurak?
I'm fucking this close from ending it, but you know what?
You better thank Besmirch the Merch and Duva, dude.
That's all I'm saying, all right?
That's all I'm saying.
I need another positive reinforcement button.
You create your reality.
I create my reality.
All right.
Let me get some beer here.
All right.
Let me drink a little bit and we'll get to some fucking shout outs.
How do you like that shit, huh?
Is everybody okay with that now?
Huh?
Yay, spaghetti now.
Everybody's spaghettiing out now.
Let me take a drink here.
Oh, God.
All right.
Shut up in the chat room, man.
It's a positive reinforcement button.
All right.
What, Billy F.U.?
Can you do an additional two pages?
I hope this adds to it.
Dude, like I'm a whore.
And look at Art Hammond.
Oh, my God.
Can you do an additional two pages?
Hope this helps add to it.
Oh, wait a minute.
Billy F.U. was Ghost is one positive button away from necking himself.
I'm not going to neck myself, okay?
And now Art Hammond has dropped 30 bucks, even though people were donating to his fucking videos because he said he needed money.
Here we are.
You sons of.
I need one more fucking positive reinforcement.
I need one more positive reinforcement, folks.
I'm sorry, all right?
Feed fear a suck it sandwich.
Feed fear a suck it sandwich.
That's it.
I'm sorry.
I need a positive reinforcement button at this point because of all of you.
Because of you, sick fucking trolls and all the fucked up shit that you fucking do, man.
It's because of you.
I mean, what sane person would be doing this fucking broadcast?
I mean, seriously, man.
I mean, for Christ's sake, you have to be under the influence of several intoxicants just to get through this shit, man.
All right.
All right, you fuckers talk me into it, you fucking idiots.
Put the PC shot on.
We're going to go ahead and get into some Saturday Night Troll Show shout outs for episode 26.
And if you want to be a part of the forum shout outs, all you got to do is go to Ghost.report.
I mean, that's my official website.
Anything that happens to me, all right, whether they ban me off platforms or whatever the case might be, always come here to ghost.report and either check the front page blogs or go to the forums and you'll figure out where we're at.
All right.
Everybody just forgets about that every time I'm deplatformed from somewhere else.
Jesus Christ, it's making me belch.
Anyway, once you're here, go to the ghost forums.
You click there.
Okay, you're probably, since tonight is a Saturday night troll show, hold on, what is this?
Here's a positive reinforcement button.
Do more pages of shout-outs.
All right, I will for Christ's sake.
Stop treating me like a whore.
Stop treating me like I'm some fucking whore that you can just throw money at and I'm going to be like, yeah, daddy.
I mean, it's fucking demeaning, dude.
It's fucking demeaning.
I need another positive reinforcement button here.
You are a badass.
I am a badass.
Yes, I am.
I am a badass.
Anyway, let's go back to the fucking forum shout outs here, please.
Anyway, here we are.
Okay, once you're in the ghost forum tab, you want to go down here to the Saturday Night Troll Show because that's where we're at.
Saturday Night Troll Show, you want to go to these shout-outs right here, 8-2 or 2-8, excuse me.
That is February 8th, which is in the, we're the 9th now because it's almost fucking 3 in the morning.
All right, you're going to go right here, and that's where we're going to be starting the shout-outs tonight on the forum shout-outs.
So let's go ahead and do it right now.
All right, let's go ahead and do it.
We got shout-out poster GX.
Spermy the cat.
Roses are red.
Will you be my Valentine?
I want to eat your fruitcake, my dear sweet Caroline.
Yeah, fuck you, you idiot.
Bob Tom, what's up, ghosts?
Thank you and everyone else for your kind words.
Shout Out For Ben Felix00:05:49
And the F's, Ben Felix, will be missed greatly.
Before they cremate my cat, Ben, they gave me a print of his paw print so I can have something to remember him by.
In any way, he was a TCR TGS listener as wherever I would listen in sometimes to your show, he would come up and sit right next to me.
So in a way, he was a part of this community.
Metaphorically speaking, that is.
It's already hard not having him around anymore.
Seeing his bed and his litter box empty hurts.
I keep thinking about, excuse me, I keep thinking I'm going to see him.
Believe me, it's very hard.
But he's gone.
Believe me, it's very, very hard, dude.
I just hope he's happy wherever he is right now in heaven, eating all the fish and chicken he wants and is safe and happy.
But I'll never forget the last night he was alive, though.
Yeah, I know what you mean, dude.
I know what you mean, dude.
Anyway, he tried to go to his water dish, but kept collapsing, dude.
That's horrible.
Believe me, I've had a pet where that has happened.
And seeing his eyes pretty much roll to the back of his head still disturbs me and makes me sad.
He couldn't even hear me or see me.
And the fact that he tried to head down to the basement stairs also saddens me as I think he was trying to die and die.
I think you mean hide and die.
I think what you meant to say.
I'm going to miss him.
And even if I got another cat, the hole that Ben left will never be filled.
Believe me, it will never fill the hole that that particular pet filled.
Don't get me wrong, but if you really do love cats, I mean, I think that, or any pet, I think that if you're willing to give it love to the point where you really care, you know, you obviously really cared about Ben, and I don't think that you should rob another cat of that kind of love, dude.
So, you know, it's not going to fill the void of Ben.
Ben will always, you know, hold a place in your heart.
But giving love to another animal also keeps Ben.
I think that would, that's what Ben would want, is to continue to give the love that you gave him to another cat, dude.
So, you know, don't let that don't think that because you're getting another cat, you're going to replace Ben.
It's never, it's never going to be that way, but it's going to fill another void of just having, you know, that little friend next to you, you know?
Anyway, cheers to you.
Also, sorry if I was too much talking about my cat.
Don't worry about it, dude.
Don't worry about it.
R.I.P. to Ben.
Thank you, Bob Tom, and I hope everything goes well for you, man.
Cheers to you, man.
There's his paw pet here.
That's great.
Always keep that around, dude.
Anyway, there's Onorano Donovan GX.
Did you watch the XFL today?
And if so, what did you think of their rule changes?
I didn't fucking see it.
When the hell was the XFL up and running?
I don't remember that shit.
You know what?
I got to go check that shit out.
I didn't even realize the XFL was already playing games at this point.
Jesus Christ.
I got to check that shit out.
No, I didn't.
I need to go check it out, dude.
Anyway, all furries are man children.
GX Ghost recently saw a Super Bowl commercial.
Hold on, what is this?
What is it?
Oh, my God.
Fuck the cat.
Yeah, you know, of course there'd be some macabre asshole that'll say that.
But hopefully you understand, Bob Tom, that, you know, these fucking idiots don't know shit.
They're fucking, they're 150, 200, a million miles away.
They don't know shit.
Anyway, an ad for Mike Bloomberg.
This black woman was basically paid to say, man, shit, we got to vote for Mike Brother, or else my kids in danger because of guns.
Talk about trying to show you're down with the brothers while also being a gun bad or being like guns bad.
I understand what you're saying.
I'm planning on making more TCR art again for next Tuesday.
So here's some filler.
Okay, great.
All right.
And by the way, dude, you have to realize that the reason that Mike Bloomberg's doing that, because this was the guy who created the concept in New York, stop and frisk.
Meaning that in New York, the cops had the authority through municipal law to be able to stop you and frisk you just based on a hunch that you were committing crime.
And typically, unfortunately, because statistically a certain demographic always commits crimes based on statistics, certain demographics were more inclined to have a stop and frisk than others, and that became a big fucking problem.
And that's why I think Mike Bloomberg is going to have a very tough time winning over black voters, considering he had that policy.
And here you have Trump, who not only has given black folks on a country basis economic opportunity, and they're taking it, man.
Lowest unemployment for black folks.
Black poverty is at an all-time low.
Black youth, excuse me, black youth unemployment is at an all-time low.
And moreover, the prison reform bill.
These are very hard things to kind of look away from when it comes to Trump.
And every time anybody asks or any fucking leftist says that he's a racist, all you got to do is point to those things right there.
And if they don't want to see it, that's their fucking problem.
Anyway, Flamin' Creations.
Little Boys Transformers00:02:46
And oh, yeah, here's his, here's all furries are man children's, I don't know, art.
All right.
Anyway, Flamin' Creations.
Hey, ghost, I recently got contacted to build the glove for an upcoming Freddy vs. Jason fan film.
It's a small step to becoming a wider recognized builder.
No shit, dude.
Prop builders make lots of money.
So if you're actually very creative with your hands and you're able to kind of put things together through, you know, your experience with different materials and tools and mixing it with your creativity, prop builders make lots of money, hardcore money.
Hopefully I get to build a glove for the full-length feature film someday.
Cheers and GX.
I know, fan films.
That sounds like a pretty good one.
Texas history teacher GX, as an owner of over 7,000 comics, Jesus Christ, I can't wait to add this to my collection later this year.
Wait, hold on.
You got to be fucking kidding me.
Cybertron and Equestria collide in My Little Pony.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God.
You know what this is?
This is Hasbro trying to continue this idea of spreading the absolute pussification of the American male to the next generation, for Christ's sake, man.
I mean, look, I raised children during the time that, you know, Transformers was around.
And Transformers was a very masculine cartoon.
It was definitely meant for boys.
You know what I mean?
I mean, and, you know, the Transformers were really, they were really like funny and peculiar.
I mean, it was definitely a masculine cartoon.
You know, it was meant for little boys that get the little Transformers and all this other shit.
What the fuck does My Little Pony have anything to do with goddamn Transformer?
What the fuck does that mean?
Dude, My Little Pony is a cartoon meant for little girls.
And unfortunately, it has incepted the minds of, and look, I hate to say this.
It's not just autist and Aspergers.
I think that people who take any kind of psychotropic drug for a long period of time, specifically in their youth, these people are more susceptible to fall under this juvenile category of like anthropomorphizing fucking cartoons.
And what I mean by that is that people believe the cartoons are so real that they think they can have waifus.
You know, they think they can have why.
They think they can actually bang a cartoon.
Disturbing Cartoon Minds00:15:07
All right.
They think that they can have the superpowers of cartoons.
Have you heard about these fucking morons that dress up in fucking Batman and Spider-Man outfits and go out and try to fight crime out in different municipalities all across the country?
Have you heard about this shit?
I mean, this is the kind of shit I'm talking about, man.
Anthropomorphizing it as if it's a fucking real, as if it's godlike.
You know that there are officers in the police force, believe it or not, that purposely wear a Superman shirt underneath their bulletproof vests because it makes them feel that they're Superman going out there fighting.
I'm not joking.
I mean, this is how fucking sick and deep in the mental psyche that this is going with many fucking people.
And I think it's disturbing.
I think it's utterly disturbing.
This fixation of fantasy is utterly disturbing.
And at some point, where the fuck are the adults supposed to arrive here?
Where are the next crop of adults that are supposed to shield our children from sexual predators and other fucking improprieties and try to nurture their innocence for as long as possible?
Where are the adults to sit here and say, hey, all right, this is a little immoral or this is not right, et cetera?
I mean, for fuck's sake, dude, fuck it.
All right, I'm done.
I'm sorry.
I need positive reinforcement.
All right, I can do it.
I can do it.
Anyway, Jesus Christ.
What is this, Duva, dude?
What is this?
Hey, ghost.
I hope your night is going well.
I was wondering what's up because you invited me to the wrong server.
Fuck off, you asshole.
All right.
You're in the right server, fucking duva.
You were out there trying to proposition your shit funnel to anybody who was in the chat room.
You were in the right chat room.
All right, what the hell is this?
GX, just a reminder, everyone.
Just a reminder.
Remember, everyone, no matter how much your day suck, just remember, you're not Darkseide Phil.
He's declaring bankruptcy after making out 13 credit cards and unable to pay two mortgages and a car payment.
Check out how much debt he's in.
I wish I was making this shit up.
I know.
As a matter of fact, he's supposedly in almost $500,000 in debt.
And you know what's really sad about this is that he is getting hit up on both the federal tax side and on the state tax side.
And moreover, he used his real name.
When you use your real name as a business, you put yourself at a higher tax bracket than you would if you were under some kind of a corporation.
So it sucks, but you know, Darkseide Phil has kind of came and gone, dude.
He's not even really that good of a gamer.
Every time you look at his fucking little stream, all the dude, he's bitching about fucking money 24 hours a day.
I mean, once you start doing that as a streamer, you've lost.
You've lost.
You might as well go somewhere else.
Oh, I missed Bernie Gerson.
I'm sorry.
Bernie Gerson.
Hey, cheers, GX.
Thank you, Bernie Gerson.
I appreciate it.
Who is this?
Toe.
Look at this fucking freak show, Toue.
This is the person that is putting all these text-to-speech racist jokes.
And I'm not even going to read this fucking autistic anime bullshit.
But there you are, Toe.
Anal sausages.
Hey, ghost.
Listening to you while in the studio.
Got part of the album recorded yesterday, finishing during your show tonight.
And look, you're definitely prepared to do some recording up in here.
Take a look at this.
Take a look at this, huh?
Oh, look at that.
He's ready.
And look at that.
It's a death metal pedal.
I wonder what kind of distortion that comes out.
Here's Jackler.
GX, good games.
You had in the chat last night.
Really fun.
If you haven't joined yet, what are you doing?
There's great shenanigans going on in this chat.
Come join.
Have some fun.
Thank you, Jackler.
I appreciate it.
Who doesn't like being tub guy?
Oh, my.
Joking aside, as I said last night, Ghost, you're actually a lot better than a lot of these idiots on Fortnite.
Grenades to distract people.
10 out of 10 tactics.
Dude, I know a little bit.
I know a little bit, dude.
Anyway, Jackler's right, folks, okay?
If you want to be a part of the Saturday Night Troll Show, the Go Show chat room, once again, all you got to do is do a text-to-speech 5566.
No more, no less.
And right after the show, for every one of you guys that did that, I'm emailing you a Ghost Show, Saturday Night Troll Show chat room link right after the broadcast.
So cheers, baby.
Cheers, okay?
And what is this, Pettis?
Just right after I said this, Ove Ghostler Jewing out his overpriced chat room.
You just said in this chat room that you're thinking about joining it, you fucking dickhead.
You just fucking said in the fucking Periscope chat room.
You know what?
I'm actually thinking about joining Ghost's chat room.
All right, get this idiot out of here.
Anyway, Zed Commander, GX, cheers, ghosts.
Happy Saturday.
Thank you, Zed Commander.
What?
What?
You're not getting away that easily, Traveler.
The Thunderdome is a scuffed inner circle short bus.
$55.66 is a scam.
What are you talking about?
It's $5 a fucking...
Wait a minute.
It's $5 a month the last time I did it.
All right.
$5 times $12 is fucking $60, dude.
I mean, it's $55.66.
I mean, give me a fucking break.
All right, give me a fucking break, you idiot, all right?
Jesus Christ.
And now I got to play one of your stupid fucking anime dude.
Fucking bad guy.
I got it.
Anime, dude.
Anyway, I got to play this stupid fucking video for anime dude over here.
All right.
What is this shit?
Anime dude.
What the fuck is this shit?
actually monetize this shit you actually this is his fucking you monetize this bullshit Believe it or not, whatever we're about to watch, fucking anime, dude, fucking monetizes shit.
So this guy has the audacity to sit over here and call somebody a Jew?
You fucking, you're monetizing this stupid fucking shit.
I swear to God, I just saw a commercial before I watched this, and this guy has the audacity of calling somebody a Jew.
All right, play this shit.
I am your host, the man they call Ghost.
I'm some kind of a racist bastard.
The next subject matter I want to talk about is stickers.
You stupid fucking idiot.
You monetize this shit.
You monetize this shit, you fucking son of a bitch.
I should fucking claim that shit.
Give me a break.
I was only advertising my ass to aesthetic.
You're just jealous.
I don't fuck crippled guys or autists.
You happen to be a bad guy.
Yeah, fuck you.
Fuck you, fucking duva dude.
I don't want you.
You're black, first of all.
So even, you know, I don't go there.
All right, statistically, one out of three blacks have AIDS, and, you know, I'm willing to bet that you probably got it.
I'm sorry.
I'm not, no offense.
No offense, but I'm probably willing to bet that you probably got it.
That's all I'm saying, okay?
Anyway, let's go back to the fucking forum post shout outs here.
We got Sharon Stone with a large bone.
I'm going to start a GoFundMe to help Ghost with his dyslexa.
Fuck off, asshole.
I don't have dyslexia.
And what is this?
Fucking Reservoir Dogs.
That's actually a pretty good fucking picture.
I actually like that.
I might use that.
Oh, my God.
This fucking hit or miss fucking tranny.
This little boy.
I don't even want to talk about it.
I don't even know why you showed me that shit.
Take that little boy off my screen.
Anyway, we got Raptor Age76.
GX made some shitty art for your boomerass.
And is this yours?
You didn't, is this for real?
Is this for real yours, or you stole this from somebody else?
It looks like you ganked this from 4chan.
It looks like you ganked that shit from 4chan, in my opinion.
What is it?
I told you to wait to play it, you dyslexic idiot.
Well, I still played it, so go fuck yourself.
How you like that shit?
And you monetize that shit.
All right.
So once I see that shit go over about a million hits, be expecting the fucking call from my fucking attorney, Shecklesteen Noseberg, you piece of shit.
Anyway, we got FishFast.
XFL played its debut today.
Dallas mascot is you.
No shit.
Take a look at the Dallas mascot.
The rednecks destroyed LA today 37 to 17.
Who are you pulling for?
Dallas Renegades or Houston Roughnecks?
I'm fucking Dallas Renegades.
Maybe that's a badass.
That's badass right there, dude.
I'm going to get a fucking shirt or a jersey or some shit of that.
A jacket or something.
That's fucking hardcore.
That's nice.
Anyway, cheers to you there, FishFast.
Rump Roast, GX.
Happy Saturday night, Drippy.
Why do mathematicians make good lumberjacks?
They're good at taking natural logarithms.
Oh, yeah, that's great.
Anyway, what the hell is this?
On second thought, let's not go to Ghost's chat room.
Fuck you.
All right.
Fuck off, asshole.
Hakaruku Takahashi.
Cute ghost.
I heard today that San Antonio has some people or someone that has the virus that's spreading around the world.
Be careful, ghost.
Please talk more about your grandparents and your uncle when you were little.
I don't want to talk about my fucking family, dude.
It's not very important anyway.
And secondly, yeah, we got a whole fucking plane load of these fucks.
I think they're at Fort Sam Houston or no, Lackland.
They might be at Lackland or Bamsey or some shit.
But yeah, they're supposedly being quarantined here.
And that's just great.
Isn't that just great?
We got fucking people with the coronavirus over here.
Now, look, I have yet to hear that anybody who's died from this thing was not Asian.
Okay?
I'm just saying.
I'm not too worried about it because I have not heard about anybody that wasn't Asian that hasn't died from this shit.
So I'm just saying, I'm not saying there's anything to it.
I'm just saying what the news is telling me.
All right.
Anyway, Mr. Nagy Generation, GX in the chat, boys.
Yay, spaghetti.
And is that Bjorn eating spaghetti?
And good God, look at fucking Attila, dude.
He looks like a fucking heroin addict.
That's what the compound can do to you, boys.
All right.
Anyway, we got, who else we got here?
We got El Nick Edwards MMOs, GX Tub Guy TX.
And is that supposed to be a tub guy?
Dude, Jesus.
Is that really supposed to be a fucking tub guy?
Give me a fucking break.
Sneakiest chameleon.
JX just wiggling a stick to Mrs. Ghost.
What the fuck is this?
Mrs. Ghostman.
Where the fuck?
What the fuck is this shit?
All right.
Yeah, fuck you, sneakiest chameleon.
All right, go fuck off.
And what is this?
Captain Case, GX, I humbly apologize for the drama on the forum.
I submit to you, you don't have to submit to me, you fuck, of the most retarded Democratic campaign slogans ever by Mike Bloomberg for some laughs.
Also, to let you know, I'm actually nearly done construction of my forge to start making and selling metalworking and other construction projects I've been getting commissions for.
I find earning money through creativity satisfying because you know you work, excuse me, you know your work is unique and benefits not only yourself financially, but the person you're making it for.
Well, cheers to that, Captain Case.
I appreciate that.
And what's the big slogan for less tweeting, more working, making boring sexy again?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Are you fucking joking, Mike Bloomberg?
Who the fuck, who the fuck did you pay for that?
All right.
Anyway, that's very interesting there, Captain Case.
Dirty Dan.
Hey, pinhead ghosty.
What the fuck is this?
What the fuck is this?
Only if you figure my colon out.
Oh, all right.
Go fuck off, Blade.
Get the fuck out of here.
All right.
What is this?
Doki Doki Giha, GX.
Here's an example of tranny degeneracy, that feeling when my family is doing Secret Santa while I'm in the bathroom shitting out a load of, oh, God.
Oh, I don't know what to say about.
I don't know what you want me to say to that, dude.
I have no idea, dude.
That's fucking gross.
Anyway, Groucho, Grouch U2, GX, here's a meme.
I'm a melting pot of friendship.
Also says, fuck you to Pettus.
So what?
What, is Pettus black?
Is Pettus one of my blacks or something?
I was unaware that Pettus is black.
All right.
I was unaware of that.
Anyway, ton 618 GX.
And what the hell is this?
How the fuck do I use this thing?
How to re Dude, fuck.
I'm not an idiot.
All right.
I don't have dyslexia, dude.
Fuck off with the shit.
Here's Green Pill Gary.
Australia builds the best cars.
I present the Holden HSV Malou 580 horsepower Corvette V8.
Pickup bed, 180 miles per hour top speed.
Will outrun any Mercedes or BMW on a track and still capable of hauling your hog white.
Fuck you, you asshole.
And it looks like shit.
Who the fuck is going to pick up some bitches in that?
You know what I mean?
Pick up a broad in a fucking Corvette and then it just shut up.
That looks like shit, dude.
Green Pill Gary Cars00:15:39
Are you kidding me?
That looks like fucking garbage.
That looks like some fucking things that Mexicans drive from Mexico.
I don't live in a fucking apartment, you shithead.
Okay?
I don't live in a fucking apartment.
All right.
Yeah, look at this.
These fucking Chinese crotch rockets, sons of bitches.
First of all, if I lived in an apartment, would I be able to fucking scream like this?
I fucking hate my neighbor.
My neighbor takes it in the ass.
My neighbor takes it in the ass.
Would I be able to do that if I had a fucking neighbor and I was in a fucking apartment?
No, I don't fucking think so.
Okay?
So shut the fuck up.
Jesus Christ.
Anyway, let's go to Art Hammond 5000.
Hey, ghost, I've been making sprites today.
I made one of you and another of Bathrobe Dwayne, the sprite of you inspired by NES sprites.
Okay, is that me?
Is that supposed to be me and like fucking what?
The 5-bit or 4-bit, whatever the fuck it is.
And look, here's Bathrobe Dwayne.
I don't even know who this fucking guy is, but he's already annoying.
He's annoying the shit out of me.
All right.
Anyway, what the fuck is this?
Oh, God.
All right, ban 1Machy.
I'm tired.
Ban, this fucking idiot.
You're banned.
All right, get him out of here.
Get him the fuck out of here.
He's banned.
Get in and delete that.
Well, I'll delete this later because if I delete it, it'll pull me back to.
Wait, what page am I on?
Four, all right?
Delete this shit.
Delete this idiot.
Get him out of here.
All right, I'm on page four.
All right, I'm on page four.
Let's go back to page four.
Fuck a piece of shit.
All right, Colonel Transisco, GX.
I think I already said Colonel Transisco.
Art Hammond.
Yeah, here's the bigger version.
No, I didn't say Colonel Transisco.
He said, here's a link to a funny Brexit song you might like.
When you're done with shout outs, check this out.
Behold an $18 million sports car.
Why would anybody pay that much for a sports car, dude?
I mean, seriously, that is so stupid, man.
I mean, you know, I'm not, I'm not.
Look, I like cars.
Don't get me wrong.
But an $18 million sports car, for Christ's sake, give me a fucking break.
I'm not even joking around.
Anyway, once again, Colonel Transisco, Art Hammond, there's the bigger version of it.
It looks kind of cool.
Taiwan relay operator.
Hi, Ghost.
As you may know, we banned exports of respirators and surgical masks to China.
Some people have been smuggling some of our masks over.
So to stop this, we started printing our flag on them so they will get arrested for wearing our masks.
Oh, man.
Touche, Taiwan.
Touche.
Anyway, XWF 1000 GX.
Hey, ghosts, thanks for doing the show and cleaning up the forums.
Some of the trolls that you banned from doxing were a part of my shit list.
And seeing them gone made me happy to say the least.
Also, Captain Case, I'm not our master.
If you think that I'm that, you're an idiot.
Also, LuxRay2277, fuck you for calling me an autistic baguette.
I'm not a baguette.
You are on the shit list for accusing me for that, you stupid bastard.
Also, Ghost, you have any thoughts on the XFL on the return this week?
I did not see it, dude.
I did not see it.
I swear to God, I wish I would have seen it.
I need to go find a replay of it because I definitely want to support the XFL this time around, dude.
All right, we need an alternative to that pussy whip version of what the NFL is turning out to be.
What the fuck is this?
Yo, Little Ghostie.
Guess I'm guessing Meme Magic is real.
The Inner Circle Dallas.
The Inner Circle.
You know that there's an Inner Circle dating site that's supposed to be elites and shit.
I mean, we were just, we were talking about this yesterday in the chat room in the Ghost Show, Saturday Night Troll Show chat room, and they were posting all these inner circle-related things.
And it was, it was Mean Magic.
All right.
Thank you, Yo, Little Ghosty.
Mr. Nagy Generation 7.
I'm really sorry for double posting you autistic.
All right.
All right.
These guys are being pricks.
All right.
Junkyard America GX.
When are you going to have a new Valentine merch you promised to have out?
I didn't.
Well, look, I got a lot on my plate here, dude.
All right.
I'm a piece of paper and I control your life, ghost up at 4 a.m.
Dude, fuck off, dude.
All right.
Just shut up.
I'm out up here for my fans, dude.
I'm up here for my fucking fans, for Christ's sake.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
I'm up here for the people.
And what is this?
Bathro Dwayne.
Oh, my God, dude.
Prince and the Pearly Gates when Kobe arrives.
Oh my God, are you fucking shitting me?
Oh, my God.
I'm not going to do any more Bathrobe.
Get to the next one here, right?
Get to the fucking next one.
What is this?
Widow Killer, GX Ghost.
Here's some plastic face Pelosi memes I found.
And what is this one here, boys?
I'm going to need those pens back.
Yeah, you're damn right.
You're damn right.
What is this here?
What is this?
Hi, Nancy.
I'm on my way to sign President Trump acquittal papers.
Do you have a pen on you?
Oh my God.
What is this?
Before you and Schiff shove those fancy pens up your ass, can you sign the acquittal papers?
And what is this?
When you try impeaching Trump for a phone conversation he had with the Ukraine, but you end up proving his innocence instead.
No shit.
I mean, talking about abusing power, these fucking disgusting anti-American scumbags you're looking at right now, these are the people that abuse their power.
Plastic face Pelosi and Adam Schiff, all right?
And what is this?
Oh my God.
Thanks for help Taiwan Riray Operator.
We already arrested 40 people with the masks.
Maybe next time I will think twice about getting boyfriend Kim to nuke you.
Why did that come out from ST Mike the Mean Genie?
Why did that come out from ST Mike the mean genie?
I don't know.
Let me go on with the fucking shout outs here for Christ's sake.
Suck duck for quack.
Hey, dude, I hope you're having a great rest of the week.
And check out this sturgeon an old buddy of mine caught here.
Let me see this shit.
Let me see this shit.
Jesus Christ, look at that.
That's pretty nice there, baby.
That's pretty nice right there.
We've got the happy merchant, GX and F for Ben, the cat for Bob Tom.
Just remember the good times you had with it and maybe find a loved one who you can share your thoughts.
just share your love with uh for your pets and yeah i mean pets are really you know yeah you know you gotta you gotta love pets dude You gotta love pets.
Thank you, the happy merchant, dude.
Good to see you.
Here's Keem Scares.
GX, hey, ghost.
Hold on, what is this, shit?
Oh, my God.
Help.
I'm being held hostage by vice chairman.
Please send help.
I'm being held by vice chairman.
Good one, ST Mike.
Anyway, look at the kitten.
Look at the little kitten and a little chicky birdie.
Oh.
That's great.
Look at Keem Scares.
Hey, ghost.
Can you make the chat room monthly, please?
Dude, no, dude.
All right.
I mean, that's the way to get into the chat room.
It is what it is, dude.
I'm not going to fucking do monthly fucking payments and all that bullshit.
55.66.
No more, no less.
And you're hooked up for the fucking entire year, dude.
I'm giving you a break.
You don't have to worry about it.
Nobody has to worry about it.
And what is this?
Is this old team?
Is that why you call yourself Keem Scares?
Because you're a fan of Keemstar.
Keemstar's a fucking idiot, dude.
I'm not even joking.
I would fucking kick that gnome around a goddamn fucking bar if I ever saw him because he's a fucking, he's a fake fucking alpha.
He's a fake fucking alpha, and I wouldn't mind slapping him around a little bit.
As a matter of fact, he's the one who created only use me blade.
He's the one that encouraged him to become a fucking two-bit drunk while fucking Keemstar was over here riding it all the way to the bank.
All right.
Hey, Keemstar, why don't you go help your boy out here, man?
His fucking feet and fucking toes are falling off while you dumbass over there.
Hey, I'm Keemstar and with a nose.
Sound like a fucking gnome and a goddamn stupid fucking goddamn piece of shit mid-fucking tier goddamn fucking garden.
Hey, with a nose.
I'd like to fucking punch your nose, all right?
I'd like to punch your fucking nose.
Anyway, we got Gardier Waifu, GX, and don't hate waifus.
Yeah, fuck you, you idiot.
What is this distilling?
Good news.
The fires are out in Australia.
Bad news is we now have floods.
Cunts fucked, huh?
That sucks, man.
Can't win for losing.
What the hell is this?
Australia begging for a drought and fire relief.
A biblical fucking flood.
I mean, no shit, they are having major floods out there.
And I guess this is the pictures of it.
Jesus Christ.
Look at that.
Look at that monumental type rains going out, though, over there.
So the damn fires are out.
But they're having flooding like a motherfucker out there in Australia.
So once again, our thoughts and prayers are to our friends out there in Australia.
Anyway, let's go to the next one.
Nastron.
Ghosts love the show, but man, I got so bored.
I got out and did a thousand-piece puzzle to pass time because your show is so fucking boring.
All right, well, then get the fuck out of here.
Fucking Charlie Brown.
You fucking, that's great.
Go tickle your ass.
Anyway, here's Twilly Atkins.
GX in the chat.
Cheers to you and Mrs. Ghost, the engineer in the inner circle.
I am now in my final weeks of work travels, and I am very much looking forward to returning home.
But in the meantime, I am enjoying a pleasant glass of 10-year-old Glengoin.
Glengoiney.
That's actually pretty good shit, dude.
Scotch.
It looks like a single malt as well.
By the way, did you ever ship the ghosties?
I'm in the process.
Believe me, the thing with the ghosties, there's some things that went, I don't want to talk about it, but I'll get it out there.
It's the final!
Oh, no!
Another one!
Pettis!
He was just talking shit about the chat room!
Pettis was just talking shit about the chat room!
I mean, good God!
He was just talking shit about the chat room!
Okay, I'll join.
Now I can show you how good I am at Fortnite, and you can hear my fruity voice.
I knew you had a fruity voice, boy.
I know you had a fruity voice.
Anyway, I'll be in there tomorrow.
And once again, anybody who donated $55.66, I will email you the invite.
I will email you the invite right after this show, okay?
So give me some time.
All right.
These fuckers have already got me doing a six and a half hour show tonight on Saturday night when I was supposed to just not do one.
I was supposed to not do a show, for Christ's sake.
Anyway, let's get back.
We're almost done with these.
Once again, thank you, Twilly Atkins.
And let's take a look at this.
This is a Highland single malt scotch 10 years.
Hand signed by Robbie Hughes.
Not bad, dude.
Fucking Twilly Atkins knows her Scotch, dude.
Twilly Atkins knows her Scotch.
Anyway, who else we got?
We got Miss and Go54 owns Ghost.
What the hell does that mean?
GX Neo Contler.
Yeah, go fuck yourself.
Crazy YouTube Ninja.
Great show tonight, Ghost GX.
Hey, thank you, dude.
I appreciate that.
Thank you very much.
Odd Eyes Magician, Sub Ghost.
Can we, when can we duel?
Are you talking about dueling?
You're talking about fucking doing a little bit of fucking Yu-Gi-Oh or some shit?
Let me tell you something, man.
I've got cards from Japan that'll whoop your ass.
I got such an offensive deck that you don't even stand a chance, dude.
You don't even stand a chance with old ghosts, all right?
And I already said ghost.
I already said dokie-dokie g-hod.
And there's Will-O-Wisp, all right?
And like, oh, look, Will-O-Wisp is claiming that somebody did that in their name.
And, all right, whatever.
And there's Besmirch the merch.
What's going on, dude?
GX, stop Heartburn Big Lee.
That's not a real fucking advertisement.
There's no way that's an advertisement, dude.
Are you shitting me?
If it is, I'm getting those, oh, trums.
I thought it was, I, I...
All right.
Real funny, dude.
Real fucking funny.
All right.
And yeah, I already seen this one about Eminem.
Look at this.
Eminem, for Christ's sake.
All right.
Breaking news.
Eminem has just become the first celebrity to be diagnosed with the coronavirus.
Look at him.
His skin is falling off, for Christ's sake.
Anyway, hold on.
We got a warning here from people in the chat room.
Thank you very much.
That there may be some sick shit ahead.
And there is.
So let me go ahead and ban this stupid son of a bitch.
Let me ban this stupid son of a bitch.
Booyah.
You're out of here.
And he has a fixation with long black phallics.
So very, very interesting what you're putting your mind to.
Just, you know, go ahead and come out of the closet.
Tell your parents.
So you know what, mom, dad, you know, I just, I need a big fucking black Mandingo right in my anus so I can get my prostate massage by it because it's something that I really think that I need in my life.
I just, it is what it is.
It just is something that I really need.
I'm just, I'm just such a fucking fruit bowl.
All right, let's go ahead.
Let's get back.
We got Boat.
Boat's in the house.
He's another member of the Saturday Night Troll Show Ghost Show chat room.
Cook some potatoes and then left it in the fridge.
The starch will become resistant to digestion by the time I'm done.
And look at Boat.
He's fasting out here, dude.
This guy's serious business.
He's out here.
He's fasting.
And that's good for you, Boat, that you're starting to kind of take a little bit more concern about your physical health and, you know, trying to push it to the limits, etc.
I think it's a good leaf for you, dude.
The soul shadow, I'm not forgiving you what you did that what?
I'm not forgiving.
I'm not going to forgive you what did that to me.
You don't even know how to spoke and fucking anime loving piece of shit.
Fasting Boat Potatoes00:03:38
Aesthetic, Jack and I still beat you at Fortnite.
You didn't beat shit, dude.
You were in a bush.
All right.
You were in a bush and then like you came out and you had to fight Jack.
I'd whoop your ass for Christ's sake.
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
And no shit, you got this right.
This is very accurate right here.
This is very accurate.
And let me tell you, I don't care what kind of a muscle head you think you are.
I would still whoop your ass there, aesthetic, all right?
I'd still whoop your ass.
You look like you don't do too many leg days.
So I'd kick you right in your fucking knees and then booyah, you're on the floor.
You know, that's all there is to it.
Anyway, Granny, Black History Month Gone Ghostie.
The R in black stands for rights, dude.
Fuck off, dude.
Grant.
Whoever the fucking day.
Pony Operatex, GX in the poop scoop, poop scope chat.
Poop scope.
Don't fucking make fun of Periscope.
They've been pretty good to us thus far.
And let's hope that stays that way.
Let's put it that way.
Have some memes, including a pick of Ghost's transgendered bodybuilder daughter.
And what the hell is this?
What is this?
We've got, dear Nancy, I'm still president, but you can rip these papers off if it makes you feel any better.
Love Dawn.
I'm not posting that.
And that's not my fucking daughter, you fucking idiot.
Templeton speed bump.
Who else wants the cupcake broad to make a comeback, dude?
Don't bring that broad up, all right?
That broad isn't even around where I'm at anymore.
Remember, I moved from that location.
It's not even around.
And this is the last page, folks.
The last page of the Saturday Night Troll Show shout outs.
So let me make sure there is no disgusting, despicable.
All right, we got it, dude.
All right, the last page of the Saturday Night Troll Show shout outs.
Here it is.
And there's Ghost's transgender daughter.
GX, Dad, stop doing intensive research at the gay bar.
You're married to mom.
You fuck you asshole.
All right.
Fuck off.
Here's a Sugarbuck Starburst.
Hey, Bob Tom.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Me and my husband had an exotic Persian that we had for many years.
No matter the situation, our Persian will never be replaced.
Like you said, getting another kitty will never replace your kitty.
We have two cats.
Regardless, my Persian will always deeply be my number one kitty.
Nothing will fill that hole in my heart.
I definitely understand where you're coming from.
So all I suggest is to take time to grieve.
Very good.
No matter how, no matter the time it takes, eventually getting a new kitty might help you grieve.
So just you know, you're not alone.
If you ever want to talk, I'm always open.
Again, horribly sorry for your loss for your kitty, but keep your baby always in your heart.
Your new kitty, or excuse me, your kitty knew he or she loved you.
All right.
Anyway, Kim Ghost Oon.
Yeah, real funny.
And here, I think, is the kitty.
Look at here's the, here's the Persian.
Take a look at that.
Take a look at that.
Look at that Persian.
How long did it live?
You should have asked how long, or you should have put how long it lived.
Look at that.
That's a pretty cat.
That's a pretty cat right there.
Look at that.
That's a pretty looking cat.
Look at that Persian cat.
Well, cheers.
Thank you, Sugarbuck Starburst, man, for that for Bob Tom.
He really needed that, dude.
I'm pretty sure it helps.
Million Dollar Persian Cat00:13:00
And not only helps him, it helps a lot of people also listening that are going through the same situation in one form or another.
Nastron, oh no, I know why you hate him.
This is from an actual song.
What the fuck is, what is this shit?
Heleni and Dalkoff arm in arm.
Ghost the cuckhold sits at home.
That's not.
Go fuck off.
All right, fuck off, you idiot.
And there's Rich 74497GX.
I'll go five rounds with any of these trolls.
Wow, that's some pretty, that's a pretty fucking nice mashed up weed there.
Look at that.
That's some weed here.
You'll see it.
Look at that shit.
Nice, crushed.
You can see those crystals.
Very nice, man.
Is that purple cream or what, baby?
A tin cup weed.
And last but not least, Besmirch the Merch GX.
And what is this?
Proactive prepper.
Has anybody else noticed how this virus conveniently got millions of people off the streets of China protesting for freedom?
Yes, I know that.
Very, very good.
Thank you all for those people that posted in the forum post for a shout out in the forums.
Now we've got one more $20, $20, and it's from Besmirch the Merch.
All right.
And by the way, once again, each and every one of you that donated $55.66 tonight will receive a invite to the Go Show Saturday Night Troll Show chat room.
And once you do, you're going to be able to come and chill with us.
I'm going to be in there tomorrow.
All right.
I'm going to go in there tomorrow and it's all good.
Okay.
So here we go.
Let's go ahead and hear Besmirch the Merch is $20, $20 here.
Here it is.
Let's see what it is.
He said, when you're done with shout-outs, check this out.
Behold an $18 million sports car.
All right, let's go check this shit out.
All right, let's see what the hell this $18 million.
Why would anybody fucking pay $18 million for a car?
That is so stupid, man.
That is a ridiculous, idiotic amount of money.
And of course, it's a Bugatti.
Of course, it's a Bugatti.
I don't get it, dude.
I wouldn't pay this.
Even if I was rich as Bill Gates, dude, I would not fucking pay $18 million for a shitty car.
Here it is: the Bugatti.
And this was requested by Besmirch the Merch.
So let's go ahead and play this.
Go ahead.
18 million dollar car.
I mean, give me a break.
Man, is this really worth $18 million?
I mean, seriously.
I mean, it looks cool.
I mean, but you have to realize, you know, that T-Payne.
I'm T-Pain.
Come on, man.
Let me buy you a dream.
I'm T-Pain.
Come on, man.
That motherfucker, he actually had a Bugatti and it broke down.
And it was going to cost him a million, I think, like, I think like $900,000 to have it fixed.
So what he ended up doing is just selling the damn thing broken to some fucking billionaire.
And he ended up buying a Lambo and a Ferrari and still had money left over.
So, you know, just the fucking upkeep and the maintenance on this thing.
I mean, give me a fucking break.
It's an $18 million car.
I mean, it's a nice looking car, but 18 million dollars, dude.
And why?
Where would you drive that?
I mean, where would you honestly drive that shit?
I mean, give me a break, dude.
This is...
This is just overrated.
You can get a badass Lambo for about $150,000.
And either way, it's going to get the bitch in the car.
You know what I mean?
Either way, it's going to get the broad in the car.
I mean, seriously.
Or, you know, the same price for a Ferrari.
I mean, it's just way overdubbing.
I would, even if I had the money of Bill Gates, I would never fucking have this shit.
I would never buy this.
Never.
Ever.
Ever.
And don't get me wrong.
I love fucking cars.
I like nice cars.
Believe me, I love nice cars.
But give me a fucking break at $18 million.
I mean, give me a fucking break.
Give me a break at like a million.
Give me a break at a million dollars.
You can get some badass cars without dropping a fucking million dollars, dude.
I mean, give me a fucking break of fucking Bugatti.
I mean, 18 million.
Give me a break.
You drive by some brat.
What?
Hold on.
Hold on.
What?
What is it?
Go to page seven.
Someone posted.
I'm not going to go back there.
So what?
They posted again.
It was over when I fucking, it was over.
It's over.
All right.
What are you talking about?
We're not going to play that fucking game.
Oh, look, we posted someone.
We're not playing that fucking game.
Get the fuck out of here with that shit.
The fuck out of here with that crap.
What the hell is this supposed to be?
I mean, what is this?
Like hydraulics to pick up the car?
Alright, where's the engine?
I mean, look at how you have to drive this shit, man.
It's 18 million dollars.
Look at how you have to fucking...
All right.
Give it an okay.
Don't do it, dude.
Go ahead.
Go this way.
You take a left.
Do a left.
Look at how you have to drive this shit!
Watch out!
Don't scratch!
Don't scratch.
Every scratch is almost a million dollar.
Stop.
This is ridiculous, dude.
I mean, you know, why the fuck would anybody buy this?
You don't even want to drive this around.
I mean, I have no idea what anybody would buy this.
This is a fucking complete ripoff.
A complete rip-off.
Like I said, you could get a fucking Lambo for like $150,000, dude.
I mean, if you want to go luxury, which I like, I like more luxury cars.
You can get a fucking Rolls-Royce Ghost for about $250,000, $300,000.
Which is, I love luxury cars, baby.
I mean, don't be wrong.
I like some fast cars.
Like, I think I want to buy a Lambo someday.
I don't think I'll ever will, but I'd like to.
But luxury cars is where it's at, dude.
cars.
Dude, look at how fucking gingerly they're fucking.
Okay, go to back.
Don't worry, Gordonbach.
Everything going to be, okay.
$18 million car.
Isn't the whole point of buying something like this to show it off to the best-looking bitches so that they can pull down their pants and you can penetrate their fucking bodies?
I mean, am I wrong here?
Am I right?
That's the only reason why you would be going and getting a car like this.
And if you can't drive it around to show it off to some hot pieces of ass, then what fucking good is it, man?
All right?
What fucking good is it, for Christ's sake, and the insurance on this thing?
I mean, how much is the insurance on an $18 million car?
Oh, man, it sounds like it's breaking now.
Oh, my God.
It sounds like it's crackling and breaking now.
Look at how thin those tires are.
You think those fucking tires will last if you fucking went all the way the maximum speed on this fucking car?
Look at how thin those tires are.
You think those tires are going to fucking help you in a fucking 250 mile per hour type of situation?
Get the fuck out of here.
Anyway, folks, that concludes the Saturday Night Troll Show.
I definitely want to thank everybody in here.
We have been in here almost seven hours.
I want to remind everybody that we are going to be back on YouTube this Tuesday, all right?
And we may come back here to Periscope.
I don't know yet, man.
That's why you got a doubt.
Or excuse me, you got a bookmark.
What?
You believe this shit?
Not so fast, bitch.
Oh, God.
Seriously, dude, why do y'all fucking all people do this shit, man?
Why do y'all people do this shit, man?
Oh, my God.
Oh, no.
Oh, God.
It happened again.
I just soiled my wheelchair.
Engineer.
Real fucking funny.
All right.
Mrs. Ghost, get over here and clean me up.
Which he left.
Templeton, get over here and eat the bacon out of my cheese hole.
What the fuck is that?
You know who I am?
In the field of local live home entertainment.
Oh my God!
A guy calling himself I Hate Ghost posted a picture of an apparent shotgun suicide in the Shouthouse thread.
Oh Jesus Christ.
Fair warning, so you don't get it.
No, that's not.
That's why.
That's why we're not.
Yeah, we're not.
We're not going there.
Anyway, let me get to this last fucking $20, $20 bucker for Christ's sake.
I mean, now I'm fucking, I got to do another $20, $20 bucker.
Hey, what is it?
Patiently waiting.
What's up, dude?
I can imagine it now.
Hey, baby, want to see the Bugatti I keep in my garage?
I know!
Let's hop in my Pinto and go check it out.
Seriously, that car is too expensive, lol.
No shit.
No shit.
Thank you, patiently waiting.
You have a good night yourself.
No shit.
$18 million and you can't even fucking cruise it correctly.
I mean, you saw how delicate it was?
I mean, Jesus Christ, why buy it if you can't cruise it around?
The whole point of getting a badass car like that is so that, you know, you can go and impress a broad, you know, while you're driving around and say, hey, baby, you want to fucking drive in my car?
We've all seen those YouTube videos.
It actually works.
Okay?
If you got yourself a badass car and you roll up to some bron and be like, hey, would I go for a ride in my fucking Lamborghini, my Ferrari, my Bugatti?
They go and do it.
They do it.
They don't care who you are.
If you're driving around in a badass Lambo and a badass Ferrari or in a Bugatti, they're going to do it.
But $18 million, I don't think so.
I don't think so.
Anyway, Positive Reinforcement donated a $20.20 bucker before I left this broadcast.
So without any further ado, let's just go ahead and play that one and we're getting the hell out of here.
Positive Reinforcement.
Yeah, P-O-Z positive.
Yeah, real funny.
Anyway, here it is.
Let's play it.
Be very, very quiet.
The hell?
I'm hunting wabbits.
Is this Looney Tunes?
What's up, Mac?
What?
You got a tight little man pussy on you, don't you?
Hunting Wabbits Outro00:03:42
What the fuck?
What the fuck is this, shit?
No!
No!
Oh, you're hurting me.
This little rabbit's hopping down the old.
Oh my god, dude.
Who the fuck donated this shit?
Who donated this shit, shit?
Like a double-wide surprise.
God damn.
Who the fuck donated this shit?
Look at you, son.
Look at what you've become.
I'm what you made me to be, father.
Oh, my God.
Give me a drink.
Your mother isn't here to see this.
God rest her soul.
She would be heartbroken.
I want to change.
But the temptations.
They overcome this little bunny.
Be the bigger bunny bucks.
What the fuck am I watching here?
He keeps killing us, father.
He keeps taking And taking so many lives lost.
Be the bigger bunny.
Dude, this animation is going way off Keister, dude.
This is fucking disgusting.
This is fucking disgusting.
I'm sorry for what I've done.
I did it, Martha.
I finally got through to him.
You can finally rest in peace.
What the fuck did I just watch?
What the fuck did I just watch?
Oh my God, dude.
All right.
There are the credits of the sick maniacs who have more fucking time than sense that fucking created this disgusting fucking cartoon.
There it is.
All right.
And then look at the, look at the patrons.
Look at the patrons of this.
Oh, my God.
All right.
I'm out of here, folks.
I'm out of here.
I'm done.
I'm fucking done.
Stick a fucking fork in me.
I am done.
Okay, that's it.
And by the way, folks, I'm going to be back on YouTube this Tuesday, 8.30-ish p.m. Central Standard Texas Time.
So just to let everybody know that I'm going to be back on YouTube.
Like I said, 8.30-ish on this Tuesday Central Standard Time.
And I'm going to be honest with you, folks.
I'm going to announce on there that I may be moving over here to Periscope for the meantime.
And the reason is, is because, you know, Periscope has been treating us fairly decently thus far.
So I really do appreciate it.
But we'll see how it goes.
You know how it is, folks.
We got to be hopping around.
Maybe we're dangerous content creators, apparently, over here.
We have a horrible toxic community, apparently.
So anyway, thank you guys for tuning in here.
And by the way, you guys that donated the $55.66, I am going to be inviting you guys after this broadcast at the very latest later this morning.
But hopefully we can do this as quick as possible, dude, because I got a whole fucking bunch of fucking work on my fucking plate right now.
But anyway, thank you guys for tuning in.
Another Saturday Night Troll Show for the Books, episode 26.