Young Axl Rose and Cake Cream in 2022! :D

[Tasha]

Tasha, now I think I see why you stopped posting the Axl stuff: he's being sued for sexual assault!

Bad Axl!

"Rose was accused of sexual assault by former Penthouse model Sheila Kennedy, who claims that Rose attacked and raped her in a New York hotel room in 1989."

Maybe you can weave that into the next chapter of your narrative, that is if you can tear yourself away from the casinos.

His fans are hankering to learn the truth, and who is better than YOU to promulgate it?

I am actually writing a new Chapter, one that deals with someone from Axl's past who wants to get into Axl's good graces.

[Tasha]

The next day, they got up and ate and got ready for the day. James got a call from Melissa and they flirted and chatted happily. Axl, Jimmy, Mike, Billy, and Andy were happy to see James so happy.

James and Melissa said their goodbyes and hung up.

Axl, Billy, Mike, James, Jimmy, and Andy all chatted happily. On Social Media, Cake Cream Fans were clamoring for a new Cake Cream Show soon.

Cake Cream and Axl went to the James L Knight Center and booked a Cake Cream show for tomorrow. Fans were happy. Cake Cream and Axl went to the movies and had a good time, eating popcorn and drinking coke and enjoying the movies they watched. After the movies, they had lunch at the food court. Fans asked for selfies and autographs and they all obliged. The fans were happy. They all chatted for a little while and then the Fans walked away.

After lunch, Cake Cream and Axl went to the zoo. They had fun at the zoo and then went to the Luxurious Penthouse Suite and chilled. They went to sleep.

The next day, it was time to get ready for the Cake Cream Show. They ate and got ready for the day. They put on bulletproof vests and motorcycle helmets and went to the James L Knight Center and 4,000 Cake Cream Fans showed up. Cake Cream and Axl were happy. The show started and it was really good. The Fans cheered wildly. The final sendoff happened to more wild cheering and the show was over soon.

After the show, Cake Cream and Axl were leaving. Stephen Bailey, Axl's abusive Stepfather walked up to them.

Stephen said,"Hi, Axl, it's me, your Stepfather, Stephen Bailey."


Axl's painful memories of Stephen's abuse came rushing back to him and he wanted to punch out Stephen's lights out, but knew he wouldn't look good, a 25 year old punching out a man in his late 80's.

"What do you want, Stephen?" Axl asked in a curt tone.

Stephen said,"I just want to make amends with you, Axl, it's been a long time."

Axl bitterly asked,"Why would I want to make amends with you? You abused me when I was a helpless child!"

Stephen said,"I'm really sorry about the abuse I did to you when you were a child."

Axl said curtly,"Sorry isn't going to cut it. You fucked me up badly."

Stephen said,"Can't we let bygones be bygones?" Stephen looked at Axl imploringly.

Axl said,"Let me call Older Axl and let's see how HE feels about you," Axl said in a guarded tone.

Stephen said,"Okay."

Axl called Older Axl and said,"Stephen Bailey is here and wants to make amends for the abuse he did to us. How do you feel about that?

Older Axl said,"Stephen Bailey, our Stepfather is with you?

Axl said,"Yes."

Older Axl said,"Ask him for his phone number. I want it.

Axl asked Stephen for his phone number, stating that Older Axl wanted it. Stephen gave it to Axl. Axl gave it to called Older Axl and asked him if he was willing to make amends with him for the abuse he did to both Axls. Stephen's phone was put on speaker.

Older Axl said,"You know, you really fucked up me and Young Axl. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

Axl said,"Older Axl is right."

Stephen once again said he was sorry.

Cake Cream could see the turmoil on Axl's face. Cake Cream suggested that Stephen and Axl do a Rocking Rick interview and talk it out. Stephen and Axl thought that wasn't too bad of an idea and Older Axl thought so too. Stephen, Axl, and Older Axl chatted tersely and then Older Axl said goodbye to Axl and Stephen and they said it back.

Stephen said to Axl," Wow, you've grown so much."

Axl said,"Yeah, the last time you saw me, I was a TEENAGER. I'm 25 now, so it's no surprise that I'm grown now." Axl gave Stephen an intense glare.

Stephen chuckled uneasily. The tension between Stephen and Axl was palpable.

Cake Cream suggested that Stephen, Axl, and Young Axl go to dinner together at Denny's.

Stephen and Axl were on board and Cake Cream, Stephen, and Axl went to Denny's.

Stephen and Axl awkwardly chatted about Axl's childhood and teenage years.

Stephen said,"Remember when you were 15 and you played piano for your talent show and won first place?"

Axl said,"I had a Great time at that Talent Show but you beat me afterwards because you didn't think playing piano was going to pay the bills when I grew up. You didn't think Piano playing was going to be a successful. You wanted me to work in Construction." Axl angrily glared at Stephen.

Stephen awkwardly laughed. This tension between Stephen and Axl was REALLY uncomfortable.

Cake Cream could tell Axl was breaking. Cake Cream were like," Let's talk about current events, Stephen and Axl."

Axl and Stephen were like,"Okay."

Axl said,"It's a lovely, clear night."

Stephen said,"You're right."

Axl said,"I'm Cake Cream's Lawyer, Manager, Mentor, Backing Singer, Power Of Attorney, Friend, Billy's Boyfriend." Cake Cream backed up Axl

Stephen said,"You've done really well for yourself."

Axl said,"Thank you," in a guarded tone. Stephen awkwardly welcomed him.

Their food and drinks arrived and Axl had ordered three glasses of Coke. Axl ate and drank the Cokes . Cake Cream knew that Axl excessively drinking Coke meant he was feeling stressed.

Stephen said,"Axl, should you REALLY be drinking so much Coke? That's not healthy."

Axl said," Mind your own business, Stephen, I'm a grown man, not a Child or a Teen!" In a cranky tone.

Cake Cream was like,"You might want to listen to Axl, Stephen."

Stephen agreed to mind his own business. Cake Cream, Axl, and Stephen finished eating and drinking and paid and left. Stephen and Axl awkwardly said their goodbyes and Cake Cream and Stephen awkwardly said their goodbyes. Cake Cream and Axl went to the Luxurious Penthouse Suite and soon fell asleep.

[MisterV]

The following morning a bell hop delivered a message to Axl from Stephen.

"Axl: As you know I am a chemist; last night I slipped a potion I concocted into your coke; unless you take the antidote which only I can provide you will die a slow, painful death. If you want to live meet me at Motel Blu on Biscayne Blvd. at three this afternoon. Come alone, and NO COPS or else. Bring ten million in unmarked twenties."

Axl shook his head: the abuse was continuing.

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It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. In the dimension-42 of outer space. It is an area that we call, Tasha's imagination.

The spine tingling adventure continues as ... the SEQUEL/PREQUEL.

Coming to a theatre of the mind near you before Christmas, 2022.

PREVIOUSLY on One A-hole at a Time ...

A1, to A2: "Who are those people, how did they get on our tv, and, why the hell are they making up such loonie stuff about us?"

----- END OF STORY -----

Now, the PREQUEL ...

After watching those two loonie "tunes" on the tv, for some time, A1 and A2 decided to permanently part ways, but, from Earth. So, they both climbed into the time machine, hidden in a homeless community in Portland, to go back to an earlier time, one before the age of television. Nay, they had to drive some poor schmuck's pick-up truck through it to make it work, which they stole that morning, but, which necessarily remained behind at the Portland portal after they went through, with only organic matter being able to pass through. Quite randomly, they selected a small planet called Arkanar, far away from the electromagnetic influences of Earth. A wonderfully bucolic planet with beautiful people, at least until shortly after they arrived. So, they made a pact, between themselves, to forever remain. Next, they set fire to the time machine. Most unusually though, even weirdly, was that they inadvertently carried the Covid-19 virus along with them (not to mention a bag full of dead frogs from who knew where) back through time, which brought a quick, and devastating, change to both the planet and its people. You see, according to doctor Redietz, from Penn. State, such diseases generally become much less aggressive over time, and, but, so, to almost instantly bring it back a few centuries created a wholly new and 99.999% lethal variant of the disease - but not of course for A1 or A2 because their vaccine protection thus automatically proportionately increased. But, without the technology, understanding, or even the parts, to begin to rebuild the time machine, they were stranded. One remarked to the other, "Gee it's hard to be a god." However, years after the "revived" Covid-19 lifted without a trace, or at least lay dormant - but with its effect too much for the planet and its people - a new bunch of space travelers from Earth stumbled on their schematics for the prototype for the time machine, and, coincidentally, stumbled upon the planet, Arkanar. But, they would not acknowledge A1 or A2, who had become quite elderly, by then. There was no convincing them that they were once rock stars, from Earth, or, that Arkanar was once such a planet of such people. By then, they fit in with the other antics of the planet, Arkanar. Most unusually though, even weirdly, was that one of the latest time travelers later inadvertently carried the Covid-19 virus back along with him, to Earth. So, in the end, the virus was neither man, nor monkey, -made after all, but a product of a temporal loop created in the gambling imagination of a tv character named, Tasha.




Now, the SEQUEL ...

In any event, to return to the story, the sequel part, fortunately a bit shorter. Similarly, most unusually though, even weirdly, was that all of that time travel inadvertently opened an extraterrestrial time-signature, or latent wormhole, beacon on high to the planet Earth, for any and every tom-dick-and-harry piece of space shit out there. Some, possibly, already on this very forum. Which gave rise, nay, will give rise, to the real Borg, Body Snatchers, Wraith (of Stargate Atlantis), Steven Hawking's aliens (to be feared), and, so on, and even to some guy who will copy the words, "Talk to the Hand," from a young man with a V in his name who was sore at somebody (with a bit of bird shit all over him) for repeatedly beating him at his own good game. Not much hope for mankind, now, given that our best defense is the mouth of easily offended effeminate Monet, and, his grateful sidekick, but lout, the Tablepooey. (Ha.)




And, so it was, with the advent of the "winter storm of the century" upon us, now, the prophecy of the SEQUEL is about to be fulfilled. Watch out!!!


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The spine tingling adventure continues as ... the DENOUEMENT.

Coming to a theater of the mind not near you, before New Year's, 2024.

[Tasha]

Mr. V, my Fictional Axl Rose has a criminal record. Would he be able to be a Lawyer in real life? I don't feel like looking it up on Google. I'm pretty sure that someone who has a criminal record wouldn't be able to be a Lawyer, but I could be wrong.

[MisterV]

Hi Tasha.

I saved you the thirty seconds...

"Almost all states will license people with criminal records to become attorneys, though some have extra restrictions of which you should be aware. Only three states explicitly forbid persons with felony convictions from becoming lawyers in the state: Texas, Kansas, and Mississippi."

So yeah, in Florida Axl can be admitted to the state bar.

[Tasha]

Hi Tasha.

I saved you the thirty seconds...

"Almost all states will license people with criminal records to become attorneys, though some have extra restrictions of which you should be aware. Only three states explicitly forbid persons with felony convictions from becoming lawyers in the state: Texas, Kansas, and Mississippi."

So yeah, in Florida Axl can be admitted to the state bar.

Thanks. Good to know that my Fictional Axl Rose can become a Lawyer even with his criminal record.

[MisterV]

What was his felony?

[Tasha]

What was his felony?

My Fictional Axl criminal record is going to jail for about five hours for punching a Paparazzi stalker in the face and breaking his camera(Assault and property damage). He was bailed out after about 5 hours through a GoFundMe. In Court, he paid the Paparazzi Stalker $200,000 in a Court Settlement.

Going to jail for less than an hour for claiming he tried to smuggle Cocaine to Mero, Mainos(Billy had actually tried to smuggle the Cocaine to Mero, Mainos and Axl claimed he was the smuggler). He paid his bail himself within an hour. In his court case, he plead guilty to Cocaine smuggling, but the Prosecutor checked his fingerprints and realized Axl was not the smuggler. Cake Cream and Axl all pleaded the fifth on who the true Cocaine Smuggler was and they were all banned from Mero, Mainos.

[1Hit1der]

V turned out another KJ. Ha.

[1Hit1der]

In reality, the true reality, the truth can't be so strange as fiction. And, so, the following is much more of a straight-up psychedelic documentary of MrV's reality than a complicated unbounded adventure of Tasha's imagination.

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.




PREVIOUSLY, in the SEQUEL of One A-hole at a Time ...

Similarly, most unusually though, even weirdly, was that all of that time travel inadvertently opened an extraterrestrial time-signature, or latent wormhole, beacon on high to the planet Earth, for any and every Tom-Dick-and-Harry piece of space shit out there. Some, possibly, already on this very forum. Which gave rise, nay, will give rise, to the real Borg, Body Snatchers, Wraith (of Stargate Atlantis), Steven Hawking's aliens (to be feared), and, so on, and even to some guy who will copy the words, "Talk to the Hand," from a young man with a V in his name who was sore at somebody (with a bit of bird shit all over him) for repeatedly beating him at his own good game. Not much hope for mankind, now, given that our best defense is the mouth of easily offended effeminate Monet, and, his grateful sidekick, but lout, the Tablepooey. Ha.

UPDATE: And, so it was, with the advent of the "winter storm of the century" upon us, now, the prophecy of the SEQUEL is about to be fulfilled. Watch out!!!

From December 21 to 26, 2022, a historic extratropical or extraterrestrial cyclone created crippling winter storm conditions, including blizzards, high winds, snowfall, or record cold temperatures across the majority of the United States and parts of Canada.

Now, the DENOUEMENT, Act 1 ...

In reality, all, but none, of the past, and future, events above happened, and, or, were to happen. Pretty prophetic, indeed.

The extraterrestrials were already here, but only in a vicarious sense, and, it was the "winter storm of the century" that unusually though, weirdly, abruptly, but not, terminated their mind-meld on the world. In particular, extending from the Portland portal. The last such winter storm possible, as if by the Hand of God, Himself, because of the worsening global warming. And, so, the last twenty ears were only a nightmarish dream, which culminated in the creation of the VCT forum, itself, from which MrV became a focal point. A bold brainwashing of the people of Earth, by the Planet-7, of the eVil's - read as the evil V's - under the guise of reality. For the eVil's, from the comfort of their distant alien homes, to relish in almost every one on Earth to aimlessly strive for the mythical "brass ring" or Holy Grail. Furthermore, an ugly replacement reality to entice everyone to seek out such validation on the internet, from the isolation of their own homes. The eVil's asserted quite a thus grip, on the hearts and minds of the people of the Earth, with relay transmitters from the four corners of the United States, which radiated from their home-away-from-home base, in Portland, which was manned by surrogate-0, nay, patient-0, an unsuspecting schlep already named MrV. Unusually though, weirdly, MrV, who had a natural knack for stirring the pot, was easy pickin's for the real eVil's. Young, alone, heading west with an open mind, an affirmed graduate of Andy's Gang, the alcoholic pothead, MrV, became their Earthly leader incarnate. However, MrV had no idea that they had already taken over his life, in his climb to the top of the divorce legal profession. So, when it was time for him to strike, like a sleeper-cell awakened, he blindly followed their subliminal instructions, the reason that MrV, himself, later, after the "winter storm of the century", subconsciously admitted that he probably didn't deserve the apparent success, that he might be missing out on something in life, and, that he was losing interest in gambling. Firstly, to stop drinking. Secondly, to summarily view criticism as reinforcement his own mental superiority, that any attack of, and oversight by, him, including on VCT, automatically translated into his own mental superiority. Thirdly, to construct overly simplistic straw-man arguments to do with religion, etc, which he, himself, could easily debunk. And, lastly, to direct the more-determined thus attacks, on him, and his debacles, to "the Hand". Specifically, to "take his ball, and, go home," and, next, sneeringly put the poster on ignore. Yes, MrV's Penn & Teller Bullshit Theory-Of-Everything approach to reality was the perfect fit for the real eVil's, who sneakily turned him out in their image. From MrV, in Portland, to sub-station transmitters manned by KJ, in Las Vegas, Tasha in Florida, and, old, Red in Tennessee. Persons who had a lot of shit to shoot, and, the time to shoot it, on the internet. MrV vigorously nurtured, instructed, and cheered, them on, at every opportunity, to as blindly lead them on to say, and do, stuff beyond the limits of sanity. And, so, MrV's Penn and Teller Bullshit Theory-of-Everything reality was the perfect fit for the real eVil's. Unusually though, weirdly - as MrV once wrote - the replacement reality had little effect on the Spikes, and Singers, try as he might. MrV vigorous opposed particular posters because he didn't want any true realities, however bad, in the periphery, to tear through his own version of the replacement reality bullshit to awaken the others. Unusually though, weirdly, the crazy Canuck went back on his meds, just, in time, to write "the rest of the story". MrV, via the aliens, indirectly created Tasha's tales of time travel, KJ's blackjack superhuman exploits, and, old, Red's Hollywood sports betting contest conquests. Regardless, unusually though, weirdly, the "winter storm of the century" lasted just long enough to knock out the extraterrestrials' mind-meld grip on MrV, and then, more importantly, on the people of the Earth. Their misery-loves-company brand of brainwashing the world into an idle mess, a mass of men leading lives of quiet desperation, for their own personal piss-and-shit jollies to escape the severe boredom of their own, lazy world, the Planet-7, of the eVil's, which had, long before, turned into the real Arkanar, by their deliberate ignorance of climatic, ecological, and other, doomsday disasters. "What, me worry?" was the overriding sentiment on the Planet-7, of the eVil's. To the extent that they, themselves, no longer knew how many of them remained after they thus turned their mind-fucking attention exclusively to other worlds. Maybe, MrV, their Earthly incarnated leader, is the last one, except for his 9-year-old grandson, whom he, too, raised in his own image, mockingly groomed in the spirit of Godzilla, Buckaroo Bonzai, and Hard to be a God, instead of in the spirit of Santa Claus, and God. Who gaffaws over the Godzilla, Buckaroo Banzai, and Hard to be a God, shit, but, doesn't have fun at Christmas time, let alone not contemplate the existence of God within even a Theory of Everything? Ah, the "Festivus for the rest of us" mantra. And, the austere deprivation of centuries old pot-stirring Zen anecdotes. Again, I wonder when the last time was that MrV had a quality conversation with even his wife - the one with whom he's supposedly "in good standing" - while getting high on pot in the hi-fi room watching cult-classic movies, or, he's while en route to the local Indian casino in the cars that require endless repairs. Obviously, with the other such "winter storms of the century" on the other planets, too, the eVil's were forced to thus mentally cannibalize each other. To regale each other with stories of childhood slavery at the hands of BB guns, gambling forum altercations at thus meet-ups, killing frogs en masse in the backyard pond, stolen pick-up trucks by members of Antifa, silly lifeless alternatives to Santa Claus, and God, and, their pictures of skinned deep-fried cats, and, so on.

The AP (VCT) prototype project of the Planet-7, of the eVil's ...



Note the time of the video, which is 7:00. And, the seven spot lights, on the stage, in the video. With 5 letters in the word, seven, so that 7 as ᘔ mirrors to ᘕ as 5. You see, the real V's are from an anti-matter universe, and, so, their V = 5's are the mirrored version of ours, which then appear like a 7, to us. Well, it's not a 7, because ᘔ ---> ᘖ, for 7/2 or July 2, to do with 6 ---> 9, for 1961, as in that young man, from Canada, who was festooned with bird shit by the evil MrV=5 from Portland, in an earlier episode of One A-hole at a Time.


PREVIOUSLY, in the PREQUEL of One A-hole at a Time ...

After watching those two loonie "tunes" on the tv, for some time, A1 and A2 decided to permanently part ways, but, from Earth. So, they both climbed into the time machine, hidden in a homeless community in Portland, to go back to an earlier time, one before the age of television. Nay, they had to drive [/b]some poor schmuck's pick-up truck[/b], which they stole that morning, through it to make it work, but, which necessarily remained behind at the Portland portal after they went through, with only organic matter being able to pass through. Quite randomly, they selected a small planet called Arkanar, far away from the electromagnetic influences of Earth. A wonderfully bucolic planet with beautiful people, at least until shortly after they arrived. So, they made a pact, between themselves, to forever remain. Next, they set fire to the time machine. Most unusually though, even weirdly, was that they inadvertently carried the Covid-19 virus along with them (not to mention a bag full of dead frogs from who knew where) back through time, which brought a quick, and devastating, change to both the planet and its people. You see, according to doctor Redietz, from Penn. State, such diseases generally become much less aggressive over time, and, but, so, to almost instantly bring it back a few centuries created a wholly new and 99.999% lethal variant of the disease - but not of course for A1 or A2 because their vaccine protection thus automatically proportionately increased. But, without the technology, understanding, or even the parts, to begin to rebuild the time machine, they were stranded. One remarked to the other, "Gee [/b]it's hard to be a god[/b]." However, years after the "revived" Covid-19 lifted without a trace, or at least lay dormant - but with its effect too much for the planet and its people - a new bunch of space travelers from Earth stumbled on their schematics for the prototype for the time machine, and, coincidentally, stumbled upon the planet, Arkanar. But, they would not acknowledge A1 or A2, who had become quite elderly, by then. There was no convincing them that they were once rock stars, from Earth, or, that Arkanar was once such a planet of such people. By then, they fit in with the other antics of the planet, Arkanar. Most unusually though, even weirdly, was that one of the latest time travelers later inadvertently carried the Covid-19 virus back along with him, to Earth. So, in the end, the virus was neither man, nor monkey, -made after all, but a product of a temporal loop created in the gambling imagination of a TV character named, Tasha.

Now, the DENOUEMENT, Act 2 ...

However, the replacement reality wasn't disrupted all at once. It stubbornly took up to a year to wear off, for many of the thus deluded. Unusually though, weirdly, there was a lot of disjointed rearrangement of the delusions, and nonsensical events, as flashbacks, while things naturally became what they would have been without the replacement reality. Slowly at first, but, in a cascade later on, the inhabitants of the corners of the Earth, such as the VCT forum, including MrV, began to see through the real eVil's. All of Red's, KJ's, and Tasha's, piss-and-shit tales of casino gambling, for the sake of the eVil's, embarrassingly started to hopelessly unravel. With Red, it came to light that he hadn't paid his taxes from the money for that purpose given to him from his old man. KJ was outed as a tunnel-dwelling blackjack imposter who made up a string of very unlikely, and mathematically impossible, stories, which culminated with the broken-arm casino incident. And, Tasha, herself, soon mysteriously lost interest in her own seemingly endless story of the time-traveling A-holes. She went back to her hopeless stories of gambling addiction, cross-town bus rides for minimal free play, and naked pleas for internet attention. Heck, even the crazy Canuck went back to normal living, without any of the anagrams with gematria, or, ever-present Theory-of-Everything brags. Ha. Maybe, also all of his very own usually though, weirdly, numerical, and biblical, revelations, were a result of the replacement reality of the eVil's. Who knows, until all of that, too, naturally comes out in the wash, as opposed to brainwashed, but, nonetheless, it's pretty darn hard to believe that given that the phrasing of the anagrams turned always out better than anything written by MrV. Now I wonder that the anagrams-with-gematria, and thus Theories of Everything, besides the sheer stupidity of the Spikes, and Singers, were the one antidote to the real eVil's. That they were the one thing that the real eVil's had no thus control over. But, come on, man! None of that stuff could have happened except by the replacement reality. No one can be such a hopeless blackjack imposter, and automatic cheating shuffler nut, let alone for twenty years over only the internet with a made-up ditto brother, gay lover, and dead gay husband, and, who, himself, was dead. Nor did Tasha bet every penny, by penny, let alone write a seemingly endless stream of untreated sewage about none other than the A-holes of Guns N' Roses, after opening declaring that a WoV moderator, BBB, was a cunt. No more than the old, sports betting contest guru that no one heard of, Redietz, ran around with Hollywood gangstas, criminally rich Billy Walters, and, the Penn State academics of Bumfuck Tennessee, but, he, supposedly, didn't pay the taxes, etc, for the old man. No, it was all the nightmarish dream of the eVil's replacement reality as passed on by our very own eVil, MrV=5. MrV not only let on that he believed all of it, but, he encouraged, nay, took part in such behavior, and thinking. But, again, no one can be that fucking stupid their own. Right? Shit like that can't happen even on a gambling forums like VCT, and the Wizard's. Even the nearly dead, haggard and forgetful, Wizard repeatedly, lately, banned MrV from his forum, a year after the "winter storm of the century" took out the Snortland portal, and, then, the brainwashing replacement reality over there, too, by way of MrV, mostly fell through. Oh, MrV had sub-station relay transmitters over there, too, such as with the relentless LarryS. MrV rode old, poor LarryS into the ground, until a deranged poster found, and went after, LarryS's car, at which point even MrV's "close WoV buddy", LarryS, began to peer through the replacement reality of the eVil's.

And, of course, everything that happened previously, in the PREQUEL, slowly reversed itself, such as with the A-holes coming back, from Arkanar, to a few more of Tasha's stories, and, next, going back to their own, separate timelines, which resulted in another couple of A-hole rendezvous with the Portland portal, in which MrV's pick-up truck, their thus logical vehicle of choice, went missing, again, not once, but twice. MrV's pick-up truck because he was inherently, but unknowingly, implicated in the patient-0 spread of the thus replacement reality, of the real eVil's. Moreover, lastly, the big VCT "guns", Monet, and TP, intuitively fell silent, because they no longer inexplicably felt compelled to point out the forum posers, and political conspiracies, after the replacement reality, of the eVil's, spread by MrV, mostly fell through, a few months ago. Unusually though, even weirdly, it appeared as thought that that pair would certainly stand the test of time, but, they, too, were an indirect result of the replacement reality.

In general, for years, Christmas was failing, while Trump was wailing, until near the end of the replacement reality, at which point Christmas, at least on VCT, started to come back to life, and, the Trump posters, and their talk, waned. You don't really believe that Trump won the 2016 election, do you? If you do, then you are one of few who still believe in VCT as under the waning control of the eVil's though MrV. Why do think that Druff, himself, was so inactive, unable to turn things around? No, the majority of the people of the Earth have moved on, where Trump, and his SCROTUM, is fast becoming the big joke of the century. Wise up! Similarly, there was no recurring Covid-19 (or beyond) pandemic because there was no Covid-19 pandemic, except in the replacement reality of the eVil's. Unusually though, weirdly, that, too, was another part of the replacement reality, for their shits and giggles. To keep every one's attention from the true reality, which used to amount to every one productively living his/her own life without being a actor on a stage.


UPDATE: Just, in, about the new Jesus of Pot, John Patrick of gambling, aka the "Anointed One", as in the Alpha Omega pot-stirrer, who told people (over the internet) that he quit posting, and, will, again, because of gambling-related issues. And, his family, and friends, that it was a case of prostate cancer. It's actually a matter of karma, for a life time of filthy thoughts, and, cruel behaviors, that he thought to try to get away with. What in the MrV? (The new Sam Hill, of our times.)

Hinduism identifies karma as the relationship between a person's mental or physical action and the consequences following that action. It also signifies the consequences of all the actions of a person in their current and previous lives and the chain of cause and effect in morality.

"This case report draws attention to the dramatic consequences of the consumption of bad pot. Bad pot contains alkaloids (especially scopolamine, as well as hyoscyamine, atropine and other alkaloids) in a relatively high concentration. When intoxicated with Angel's Trumpet, patients can suffer hallucinations, motoric restlessness, overtalkativeness, convulsive sobbing and sexual excitement, as well as aggressive and autoaggressive behaviour. Somatic symptoms are tachycardia, mydriasis, hypertonia, respiratory disturbances and vomiting, as well as a potentially life-threatening anticholinerg syndrome. In this paper, we report on a young man from Portland who amputated his penis and his tongue after having consumed bad pot, illustrating that consuming this beautiful flower with the name of bad pot and the poison of the devil can be very dangerous."

No person or entity associated with this film received payment or anything of value, or entered into any agreement, in connection with the depiction of bad-pot products.

It took the Little Drummer Boy as the Hand of God (to whip up a winter storm of the century) ...



Note that the time of the song in the video is 3:33 ---> 333, and, that, on it's home page, there's only 47 likes = (10*4 + 7) ---> 147 ---> [b]741[b], the suicide-center texting numeral, compared with the Gilbert O'Sullivan song in the SEQUEL/PREQUEL, at a time of 3:34 ---> (1 + 333) ---> 1/333 = 1/√9√9√9 ---> 666, and, with 432K likes = (2 X 6*6*6)K likes ---> 666_666. The Reaper's number of posts, back then, were

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Now, 1Hit1der has 108 posts = (6*6*6 / 2) = (6*6*6 / 6) + (6*6*6 / 6) + (6*6*6 / 6)] ---> 666666_666666.

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On the other hand, Midwest Player, at at https://vegascasinotalk.com/forum/sh...437#post170437 , got no snow, or replies, because he applied the wrong song as a snow-dance song. Given that the rain dance applies only to drums (and sometimes the tambourine, which is a small drum,) and, snow is merely frozen rain, which is illustrated as follows.



Well, unusually though, weirdly, where do you think that the Natives got their idea for the rain dance? From the nativity scene, of course, with the Little Drummer Boy in front of the manger.

At which point, the Portland Pot Stirrer and Puffer V let out a mighty roar, "What am I, chopped liver?!" Well, he, too, started to accumulate all manner of forum resistance such as the mightly MDawg snarling, and, yanking at his pants.

One grey night it happened, Tasha as little Jackie Paper came no more. And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar. His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain. Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane. Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave. So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave.

Yes, at first, it appeared as though Tasha was Puff, the magic dragon, but, it was MrV, the Puffer. Ha.

Incidentally, here's the full-length version of the Little Drummer Boy. Notice that its time is 25:17 ---> 2517, which reverses to 7152, which is my user-numeral at the gematria forums.



So, in the end, God didn't forsake the young Irish man, either, in the song from the SEQUEL/PREQUEL, of Christmas last year. As always, you reap what you sow. And, as an extension to the Bonsai line, "You're in the same uni(verse) as the rest of us, even while you're on the internet."



Whoa! [as the old, MrV, often exclaimed,] the VCT site has gone down. I hope that it comes back up, in a couple of hours, before the new year, for me to post the above climactic conclusion to One A-hole at a Time. Seems like the eVil's are trying to block this transmission, to make one last minute attempt at reestablishing their mind meld on the world. And, until now, they were displaying a degree of success across also the Poker Fraud Alert forum. Those damn eVil mindfuckers. Watch out!!!

[MisterV]

*Peering down through a worm hole in the sixth dimension*

"Our plan has borne fruit. Inform Our Leader, MrV, that the rays beamed non-stop at Ontario have achieved the intended purpose. The daft Canuck has spun his last lug nut. Have the 'bots toss him into the Solylent Green vats, but first bring me the draft of his Theory of Everything, I ran out of Charmin;."

*howls of execration and toots of excretion echo through the marbled halls as ten billion savants display displeasure as well as flatulence*

"Begone from this place, for we do the work of the Spheres. Leave Man to his folly.*

[1Hit1der]

No matter where you go, there you are!

---> O! Gee, turn the other way. You are more.





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#773 = (1 + 772) ---> 1/772
2:07 ---> 7:02

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Have the 'bots toss him into the Solylent Green vats, but first bring me the draft of his Theory of Everything, I ran out of Charmin.

---> List of references to seer stones in the Latter Day Saint movement history.

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MrV, that's because the eVil's have shit for brains. Or, in their mirrored, anti-matter world ... brains for shit. Ha.

Oh, here's a little "number" called, from '66, Good Execrations.



And at a time of 3:33, or 3:34. Now I wonder how that keeps happening, that the times work out, on my very first tries.

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Whoa! [as the old, MrV, often exclaimed,] the VCT site has gone down. I hope that it comes back up, in a couple of hours, before the new year, for me to post the above climactic conclusion to One A-hole at a Time. Seems like the eVil's are trying to block this transmission, to make one last minute attempt at reestablishing their mind meld on the world. And, until now, they were displaying a degree of success across also the Poker Fraud Alert forum. Those damn eVil mindfuckers. Watch out!!!

Whoa! Those darn eVil's are at it, again!

---> The Rising Tide (Shaara novel). [The Rising Tide: A Novel of World War III]

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VCT has been blinking in/out all day long. Ha.

[Tasha]

The next day, they got up and ate and got ready for the day. Axl called Rocking Rick and asked to speak to Rocking Rick and was able to speak to Rocking Rick.

Axl said,"Hi, Rocking Rick. How are you?" Rocking Rick answered,"I'm fine, how are you? Axl answered,"I'm fine, glad you're fine.

Rocking Rick asked,"What's going on, Axl?"

Axl took a deep breath and said,"My Stepfather, Stephen Bailey ran into me and Cake Cream at the latest Cake Cream Show and wants to make amends with me for abusing me when I was a child and a teen. He thinks doing an interview with you will be good."

Rocking Rick said,"I think an Interview between you and Stephen would be good. You guys can talk it out on my Show. Maybe live with a camera crew tomorrow night at 6-8?"

Axl responded,"Okay." Rocking Rick and Axl chatted for a while and then said their goodbyes.

Axl called Stephen and said that Rocking Rick wanted to do an interview with them with a live camera at Y-100 radio station at 6-8.

Stephen said,"That sounds great, Axl. We can really talk out or problems in that interview tomorrow.

Axl said,"Yeah, whatever." He was guarded in his response, still thinking about the abuse Stephen did to him.

Axl and Stephen awkwardly chatted for a while and then said their goodbyes and hung up.

Axl wondered about the Rocking Rick interview for tonight.

He told Cake Cream his thoughts and feelings and Cake Cream tried to alleviate his concerns

Axl smiled a little. Axl was glad he had four loving brothers and a loving boyfriend in Cake Cream. Axl and Cake Cream all chatted and chilled for most of the day.

It was 5 PM, time to get ready for the Rocking Rick interview..

Cake Cream and Axl put on bulletproof vests and motorcycle helmets and went to Y-100. Rocking Rick, Axl, and Cake Cream all chatted amicably.

At 5:50, Stephen showed up and Axl and he chatted awkwardly. Rocking Rick welcomed Stephen and Stephen welcomed him. There was a camera crew there..

Cake Cream said hi to Stephen and Stephen said it back.

It was soon 6PM and the Rocking Rick interview started.

Rocking Rick said,"Hi, l'm here with Axl Rose from Guns N'Roses and Cake Cream and Stephen Bailey, Axl's Stepfather is here! How are you guys doing?"

Axl and Stephen both said,"Good, how are you doing?'

Rocking Rick answered,"I'm doing good too, thanks for asking." Stephen and Axl both said,"You're welcome.

Cake Cream were watching on the sidelines.

Rocking Rick said,"It's nice to have you both here, Axl and Stephen. Axl and Stephen both smiled awkwardly.

Rocking Rick said,"Axl and Stephen, would you like to talk out your differences on my Show?

Axl said,"Sure.

Stephen said,"Okay."

Rocking Rick said,"Good to hear. Stephen, anything you want to say to Axl?

Stephen said to Axl, "I REALLY am sorry for the childhood and teenage abuse I did to you. Can you ever forgive me?

Axl said,"You really fucked me up. I wish you'd been a better Stepfather to me in my young years."

Axl gave Stephen a guarded, apprehensive look, a look that kind of looked like a child who wanted a good Father and got a bad father instead.

Stephen said," I wish I could turn back time and never do that abuse to you."

Axl asked,"Are you just saying that because I'm very successful and wealthy?"

Stephen answered,"No, I truly mean it."

Axl said,"Well, I guess it was better being raised by you than my biological Father who kidnapped me and then raped me as a baby
. At least you never kidnapped and raped me."

Rocking Rick said,"Axl, you've just made a good point."

Axl thanked Rocking Rick and Rocking Rick welcomed him.

Axl said,"But I can't just wave a magic wand and delete all the abuse you did to me, Stephen. "

Stephen said,"I know, but maybe we can start over a new. I really am sorry for the abuse I did to you."

Axl said," "You REALLY owe my younger self that apology, not me technically.

Stephen laughed uneasily.


Axl said," "I have two very successful music bands, Cake Cream and Guns N'Roses. I'm Cake Cream's Lawyer, Manager, Power Of Attorney, Sole Songwriter of ALL of their songs except for their demo, secondary singer, brother to Mike, Jimmy, James and Andy and Billy's Boyfriend. I'm Guns N'Roses friend and front man."

Cake Cream blushed happily at the fact that Axl talked about THEM first before Guns N'Roses. They felt that Axl really did like them more than Guns N'Roses.

Steven said,"You've done really well for yourself. I'm so proud of you."

Axl said guarded,"Thank you."

Stephen awkwardly welcomed him.

Rocking Rick asked Stephen,"Stephen, how has YOUR life been?"

Axl was inwardly curious to know how Stephen's life has been.

Stephen answered,"I am a retired Construction Boss. I worked in Construction for 40 years. I wanted Axl to work in Construction because I wanted him to have a solid career that would pay his bills and put food on his table, but he was always more interested in making music than hard work with hands."

Rocking Rick said,"Construction work is a good career choice "

Stephen thanked him. Rocking Rick welcomed him.

Axl responded,"And now I'm the Manager of the wealthiest music band in the whole world. That's gotta be much more successful than a retired Construction Worker!

Stephen laughed uneasily.

Axl asked Stephen,"Why can't you just admit I made the better career choice pursuing music than Construction like you did?"

Stephen said," Because Construction is a better choice theoretically than making music.

Axl said,"I'm famous around the world for my music? What are you known for? Oh that's right, being my abusive Stepfather!"

Stephen said,"Come on, all of my abuse is in the past and I just wanted to raise you to be able to stand on your own two feet. Nothing wrong with wanting to raise a Stepson who can provide for himself."

Axl said,"I'm wealthy, successful, and am providing for myself, and I did it all without needing to work in Construction. Face it, you were 100 percent wrong about me. "

Rocking Rick said,"Stephen, can you just admit that Axl didn't need Construction Work to become wealthy and successful and that you were wrong about him?"

Axl nodded.

Stephen shook his head. Stephen said,"I made over a million dollars in 50 years by being a Construction Boss. That's wealthy and successful. "

Axl arrogantly said," I earned roughly 500 million in less than a year with Cake Cream and Guns N'Roses." That's even more wealthy and successful than you Stephen..He smirked at Stephen.

Stephen finally broke down and admitted that Axl made better career choices than he did and admitted Axl was extremely wealthy and successful, much more than him.

Axl genuinely said,"Thank you, that's what I wanted you to admit."

Stephen welcomed him. Axl smiled.

Rocking Rick said,"Does this mean the animosity between you two is over?"

Stephen and Axl looked at each other uncertainly. Were they both ready to bury the hatchet and do a truce?"

Rocking Rick said,"Axl, at least Stephen your Stepfather is still alive. Your biological father, William Rose Senior is dead. At least you and Stephen have time to make amends."

Stephen nodded.

Axl acknowledged that Rocking Rick had solid points.

Axl took a deep breath and said,"I want to make amends with you, Stephen."

Stephen said,"And I want to make amends with you too, Axl."

They both smiled.

Rocking Rick said,"Then it's settled. The two of you have made amends." Everybody smiled.

Stephen, Axl, and Rocking Rick all chatted amicably for a while and then the interview was over. Rocking Rick, Axl, and Stephen chatted more and then said their goodbyes. Stephen, Axl, and Cake Cream left the radio station

[MisterV]

Stephen suggested to Axl that they go to DQ and have strawberry blizzards; Axl of course agreed.

They entered Stephen's van; Axl waved goodbye to Cake Cream, saying "See ya soon..."

But this was not to be.

Axl first realized he was in peril when he noticed the passenger door had no handle to open it; he looked at Stephen and saw he held a .45 in his left hand.

"You smarmy piece of shit, how DARE you try to shame me?" growled Stephen.

He pulled off the road into a parking structure: it was after hours and empty.

"Now I'll finish doing what I should have done years ago."

With that Stephen knocked Axl out by pistol whipping him.

An indeterminate time later Axl regained consciousness, and discovered he was naked, face down, tied spread-eagled to a four poster bed.

"Like my digs?" sneered Stephen as he stripped off his clothes and approached Axl from behind.

"I understand you're gay, Axl: you might enjoy this."

When it was over Axl concluded that no, he most definitely did NOT enjoy it.

"Now it's time to clean up loose ends" said Stephen, as he chambered a round in the .45; "Say your prayers..."

[Tasha]

Stephen suggested to Axl that they go to DQ and have strawberry blizzards; Axl of course agreed.

They entered Stephen's van; Axl waved goodbye to Cake Cream, saying "See ya soon..."

But this was not to be.

Axl first realized he was in peril when he noticed the passenger door had no handle to open it; he looked at Stephen and saw he held a .45 in his left hand.

"You smarmy piece of shit, how DARE you try to shame me?" growled Stephen.

He pulled off the road into a parking structure: it was after hours and empty.

"Now I'll finish doing what I should have done years ago."

With that Stephen knocked Axl out by pistol whipping him.

An indeterminate time later Axl regained consciousness, and discovered he was naked, face down, tied spread-eagled to a four poster bed.

"Like my digs?" sneered Stephen as he stripped off his clothes and approached Axl from behind.

"I understand you're gay, Axl: you might enjoy this."

When it was over Axl concluded that no, he most definitely did NOT enjoy it.

"Now it's time to clean up loose ends" said Stephen, as he chambered a round in the .45; "Say your prayers..."

Mr. V, in your retelling, you are getting Stephen, Axl's STEPFATHER confused with William Rose, Senior, Axl's FATHER. Stephen NEVER raped Axl. He was abusive, mentally, and emotionally abusive to him, NEVER raped him. And keep in mind that Stephen is in his 80's and Axl is 25. Axl's FATHER however raped Axl when he was a Toddler! I even mentioned in the story that Stephen didn't rape Axl, that was Axl's father who raped him.

[MisterV]

Now now Tasha, let's not let the facts interfere with a good story.

[Tasha]

Now now Tasha, let's not let the facts interfere with a good story.

Hmm. These last two chapters involving Stephen Bailey are some of the hardest Chapters I have written. The REAL world Axl really did get abused by Stephen when he was a child and a teen and even as an Adult Axl would constantly rant about Stephen's abuse. So, I had to incorporate how I feel the real world 25 year old Axl would react to Stephen being back in his life and Stephen wanting to make amends for the abuse.