Stephane Pautrot

Allez-y, bande d'enculés, continuez de me chier sur la gueule pour tout remerciement de l'aide que je vous propose et continuez de vous raconter que vous êtes tellement importants que c'est vous qui allez choisir à quel putain de prix et par quel putain de chemin vous allez racheter la merde immonde et puante qui vous sert d'âme !

Since I won't be able to help any of you unless at least one of you steps up to the plate rather than keeping whining you don't like grated carrots – too bad you have to eat some to shine as much as you think you deserve... – which is all the more of a concern that it has been going on for seven years, I hope you will trust archangel Gabriel when he tells you those bastards are doing everything they can to scare you but they won't kill you if you come and see me to request my help to redeem your soul, which he will by giving the most deserving of the applicants a pair of divine gloves.

If each and every one of you'd rather keep wallowing in big bucks and privileges than approach filthy monkey me, I will turn my back on all of you all the more that I used to feel some gratitude from you for the help I was – and I am still – offering you and I don't feel any kind of appreciation any more... and I am not talking about hypocritical smiles but about genuine, heartfelt, appreciation.

I've been beaked on way too much already – to the point that, after being harassed daily from morning to evening and from evening to morning, after being deprived of three CPAP machines in a row, which ended up compelling me to sleep with an untreated severe sleep apnea syndrome, and after being woken up up to eight times a night and many many many other things over 4+ years, some sort of large and thick mineral substance grew overnight on the inside of my teeth and I only managed to remove part of it, which caused me to spit almost pure blood – for ungrateful people who only care about themselves and who only smile at me to better use me... which is all the more stupid that I am not going to help any of you if no one helps me help them plus help the others!

Don't you pretend you don't know when to show up and don't you show up without your divine gloves – exclusively offered to you by archangel Gabriel, which I will be able to know – which would mean you are only trying to F me in the A, because ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

And, by the way, don't you entitled jealous pisses of sh*t forget the only reason I am in a position to help you is because I refused to kill someone when I was 13, which got me to have my wisdom teeth extracted after being paralyzed but not anesthetized so, rather than looking down on me with that giant sequoia in your filthy eye and while pretending otherwise, why don't you show you deserve to be helped?

Edit, about three hours later: since, despite what I posted above – and as always... ‐ that beetch keeps begging for more by, as they just did for the beellionth time, playing with my computer's mouse, keyboard and fan plus by playing with my Internet connection plus by making my AC whirr loudly at the exact same time I wipe myself in the loo, let me tell you something: by the very law of Lu's Mikado chocolate biscuits, no cat should be treated like a dog; this means all cats treated like dogs should be undogged.

Also as another thank you to stupid stubborn entitled morons who will only thank me for the help I am offering them by shitting all over me and who are so good at licking their own butt, you can shove that pair of divine gloves up your stupid stubborn entitled cat butts.

In case you stupid stubborn entitled moronic cats don't understand the implication of what I said (which is only on top of Lu's biscuit for graphic reasons and has no particular meaning since I respect fish-free biscuits more than you do) which I don't expect stupid stubborn entitled morons to do, send me your dogs or GTH, the choice is yours, you stupid stubborn entitled morons.

And yes, I know what redundant means in British, thank you, but nothin' will ever be redundant enough for stupid stubborn entitled morons like you, stupidity never being to blame... except when it pertains to stupid stubborn entitled morons who think they are soooo superior.

Edit, the next day (10 August 2026): that beetch you are stupid enough as to keep calling one of yours keeps hurting me PHYISCALLY. After poking my eyes with her lil' beam toy, she repeatedly made my left calf hurt when I was coming down the stairs for five or six days and, today, that beetch again hurt my left calf plus my two thighs. As stupidestest as you have proven to be, I hope you understand the left calf is a reference to Maharishi saying someone who is awakened's physiology is different, so much so that their muscles are extremely soft. As matter of fact, without explaining why, I used to show friends how soft my left calf is. Coming down the stairs? You get that? No need to explain?

This morning, as soon as I understood why my left calf kept hurting plus why it only hurt when I got down the stairs, that beetch who reads my mind stopped hurting my left calf, which got better for a while but, since I said nothing, that beetch hurt my left calf again during my afternoon nap and, to make it seem like they didn't do anything wrong – e.g. to better F in the A the stupidestest morons stupid enough as to keep giving that beetch their implicite blessing to hurt me – she also hurt my two thighs, the place where I suggest people who receive the divine gloves place those gloves while seating. Even though they are not yours, these symbols that beetch uses are simple enough for you, stupidestest morons?

Since I have been suggesting you rid me of that beetch for 2+ years and she is yet still not only on my back but, worse, hurting me more and more physically, if those of you who are on the fence want a chance at receiving my help, they will kick that beetch out to make sure she cannot beak on me any more, let alone physically hurt me. Also, when you free the cats you treated like dogs even though you had no right to do so, you will pay them half of the benefits you made thanks to them. HALF OF IT. Stupidestest as you are, you understand you are not that important that you get to decide the path via which and the price at which you are going to redeem the reeking filth you have for a soul, right? So I suggest you don't make any accountancy mistake. The worst part is that I am not even that harsh on you, not even a hundredth of what that beetch you keep calling one of yours is harsh on me!

Well, that beetch is now hurting me above the right shoulder blade while I am writing this so, you see, really, I am not even that harsh on you, not even a hundredth of what that beetch you keep calling one of yours is harsh on me!

I kindly suggest you don't wait too long before finding it in you to at last do as I say because I am not growing any younger and, if it weren't for those of them who have been treated like dogs, only the few cats who will be on top of their respective queue – e.g. after all dogs had a chance to benefit from my services – will avoid going to Hell. Since freeing your cats treated as dogs is prioritaire, cats who will free their cats first will be first in the queue. If – and only if – you don't have the liquidity to immediately pay them the amount you owe them, you may give them part of what you owe them and give them the rest later, for example after selling some estate.

Edit, minutes later: can you believe that beetch begged for more by making my AC whir loudly while I was shaking the snake in the loo? Well, this is how stupid and stubborn that beetch is! As much as I don't care if beetches watch me take a piss or a dump, I am going to teach you respect and gratitude, you stupid stubborn bastards who don't even have any for the master you pretend to be serving – and whom I respect more (I said "respect", not "serve") than any of you does! As a consequence, to be on top of cat's queue, you will, upon freeing the cats you treated as dogs, give them my last brochure – dated 8 August 2026 – after making sure a professional translated it as best as they could into your cat's mother tongue.

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