Given all the alternate Universes I live in, Im not sure which one this took place in.
Trigger Central Universe.
Where you have fat 400 feminist women that get triggered by my ... ahem, girls lovely blonde hair, and post comments on FB like "she's too beautiful for you", yet years later you tell her about it, she says I didn't say it.
Of course you did, and I'll screenshot.
"someone hacked into my account!"
Yeah .... right! HYPOCRITE! Claims to be a lawyer, when you ask her and her husband anything remotely legal, turns out YOU as a non lawyer know more about this fucking shit than their sorry asses do, "oh we're not practicing lawyers".
Translation - you're a fat fuck. I pushed her husband on WHAT he does in "his" company - which is his FAMILY company, not his.
He is ... ahem, an Editor in the company, and suppose to be hot shit because he was supposedly a 'tennis player" before, but doesn't have the grip to boot, he's puny and tiny - and wont do the grip test when I ask him to do it!
GAY. FAGGOT. PUSSY.
I told him I didn't believe he was a tennis player that supposedly did 10 pullups at once.
At least he was honest enough to admit his "skinniness" was mostly genetics and he's "not into fitness", ok, I can handle that. More honest than his fat wife which is all I really want.
My father pipes up.
'thats a tennis player GRIP!"
I then told him that ain't no tennis player GRIP.
Cos it ain't.
He says oh I meant tennis player, not the grip.
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Of course, at the age of 17, with a damn near broken hand, when an actual 6'2" inch tennis player crushed my not stonemason hands then ... he said NARY A WORD.
I don't know, these people - HYPOCRISY!
Funniest part?
Now y'all have seen my Trump sweatshirt.
And since my aunt so kindly asked about (she wanted to buy me one) - I gave her another Trump sweatshirt "she wants the D' - which I wasn't sure she'd buy.
What she basically said she wanted to buy me a sweatshirt, but since I never answer phones, she texted and asked sizes etc, and I kinda called back and said it might work better if I just send you a link. So I did, unfortunately that Amazon link isn't working or something where I'm at now ...
L, XL, all works. Interesting how she found large and its perfect on the shoulders and still billows around the fucking waist.
But she did, and gave me a book on slavery and breaking out of it too - with the words nigger, and all that in it. I haven't read books in a while, I'll be glad to read this one. Haha.
So prosaic. Now she's actually already told me she's read another book about a guy like me who didn't give 2 fucks or even less about what people thought of him or threw at him. Haha.
In this Universe, my lovely mother and father who think I'm a Bozo incarnate were showing me how to operate a microwave since "apparently he doesn't know how to do it".
Hmmmmm....
When I laugh it off, they shout, and say I'm being horrible to them.
So I tell them """"hey, Im not THAT stupid".
Ahem.
Same response.
Then I explain the situation with the ex to my aunt who to be honest is a nice lady (Uncle - Ive spoken about him) - but hey, one thing first.
I only knew this today.
SAYS A HELL OF A L OT ABOUT MY IMMEDIATE FAMILY NO-ONE told me this.
I find out my Uncle passed, you know, the one that I talk to in my dreams - lovely guy, paternal grandmother and maternal Uncle - on my fucking birthday.
That did kinda amaze me, but not really.
"That's why I talk to him all the time".
You know what else they ain't told me, but I've already found out?
That while I'm not adopted, I'm not exactly their child either ...
Anyway, we had a rather interesting conversation with my brother in law, another blue eyed weakling.
To his credit though, both him and my aunt kept piping up "your fitness shows".
"It must be extremely tough, your routine!"
I tell them everything about it that I tell you.
Of course then Mom chimes in with "your spoiling the get together" - and another so called happy day I ain't gonna mention here, she ain't worth the spacce I'm writing it on. Fucking hypocritical piece of garbage she is, not Mom, "someone else". Thank you. Ben! Hehe. Nah not referring to you here bud and you know that .
I aint spoiling shit.
Look, the bloody ex cheated by going off birth control.
You gave her all the authority in the relationship ever since we got married to leave, all the incentives etc (financial) and she left, though she didn't want to.
We didn't even fucking live in your FUCKING house. YOU reached out to her, gave her money, coddled her when she spread lies about me being gay and a peadophile, now when I SAY IT, you don't like it?
Even if I was gay, whatever the hell that is, what fucking woman discusses her husband's sexuality with his parents?
Is that not fucking ABNORMAL TO A MASSIVE FUCKING DEGREE????
GARBAGE HYPOCRITE! (s)
I mean, the same woman stood in court, the Judge looked her in the eye and asked her this, "Do you want to marry Rahul Mookerjee", "do you want to live with him", she said YES.
It's on an official fucking court record, the High Court at that, and yet... .????? Apparently I "forced" her???
You did that because you wanted me to marry a fat feminist bitch and be a slave to women but I wasn't, so you simply attack me over and over again thinking I cant do shit. LOL.
Funniest, these people call me repeatedly, I don't answer their phones.
I don't answer anyone's phones.
They want me to talk, yet when I do - they get triggered. They want me to tell them things - when I do, they yell and get triggered. What they want is a fucking puppet and that aint happening. I'll kill , yes, kill, before that freedom of mine I've always cherished - before that red line is even crossed.
Especially when I say ... your body, YOUR choice. These lunatics told me I should have got an abortion. Yes, me?
Me?
And then these same feminists whine about men say "your body, my choice" .
Well, my friend - thats the soap opera women so love watching, and I love triggering them via it.
I suspect one has gotten very "violently" triggered as I write this, but we'll see.
Best,
Dr Rahul Mookerjee, M.D.
P.S. - this one might be updated soon, but I'll tell you one thing, they all hated my repeated "fat and outta shape" comments with regard to the "doctors" running their garbage mouths, they hated my fitness routine, so next time I will bring up the housemaids.
Hehe.
Why not.
ATTACK!
