Merry Christmas Goodbye


What if … I’d never fucking existed?

It’s easy enough to imagine :: cause fake robots aren’t even real … and I’ve recently been an unannounced absentee.

Another year is ending :: it’s dark and cold :: a great time to ask myself the tough questions … maybe contemplate suicide.

Is it a wonderful life?

{not really}

Merry Christmas

I imagine that my guardian angel :: come to talk me down from the bridge of my wintery discontent …

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Meditations on a Fat Man

Harlan Kilstein isn’t a doctor :: and he isn’t an Internet marketing guru either … thanks to lil’ old me.

Good job me!

But he’s still a pathetic bottom feeding scammer … and every month or so someone tells me a story about Harlan trying to ruin their life with his ridiculousness.

Maybe a fake robot can keep a motherfucking d-bag from getting huge …

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Trademarked Confusion :: Joel Comm Droid Con

Two lawyers walk into a bar ::

Lawyer 1:  Let’s call The Salty Droid and —

Lawyer 2: Thanks for the beer, see you around {sound of saloon door swinging on its hinges}.

Lawyers :: you see :: have an aversion to fake robots … and risks … and technologies more complicated than blackberries {the fruit} …

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Beached Whale Millions

Not-Doctor Harlan Kilstein’s latest too dumb to be true frauduct :: BeachMillions!  It works like this …

1.  You never :: ever :: never :: ever go to the beach … just like Harlan.

2.  You don’t make any money … just like Harlan.

It’s been over a year since my first post about Not-Doctor Shitstein.  During that time he has become less and less popular :: even among life long assholes.

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Kilstein’s Conning Questionnaire

When we last checked in with Doctor Harlan Kilstein :: he was not a doctor … but he was a perverted :: d-bag :: know nothing :: sick-o :: fucking lunatic who was stealing money from the weak and vulnerable.  Let’s check in on him again shall we?

{uses chopsticks to slightly part Kilstein’s Pee ‘n Sweat ‘n Jizz™ stained curtains :: Up Periscope [ten foot pole edition] :: deep breath :: open eye and look}

Yep yep!

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