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He wanted a blow job before they went to the Jacuzzi in the morning. I heard Stern playing the tapes. Mel sounded like he was coked out and drunk, she sounded like she was in a recording studio. Sound quality on her would be fishy, if it wasn't for the fact that this situation is so totally believable. Mel was an easy mark for this broad.

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He wanted a blow job before they went to the Jacuzzi in the morning. I heard Stern playing the tapes. Mel sounded like he was coked out and drunk, she sounded like she was in a recording studio. Sound quality on her would be fishy, if it wasn't for the fact that this situation is so totally believable. Mel was an easy mark for this broad.

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Hehhehehehe. I hope that she like sues-away 1/2 of his moneys.

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He wanted a blow job before they went to the Jacuzzi in the morning. I heard Stern playing the tapes. Mel sounded like he was coked out and drunk, she sounded like she was in a recording studio. Sound quality on her would be fishy, if it wasn't for the fact that this situation is so totally believable. Mel was an easy mark for this broad.

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Hehhehehehe. I hope that she like sues-away 1/2 of his moneys.

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This is a teachable moment. Panzer is exhilerated by the thought of someone being sued and losing money because he's a Jew. The Jew mentality is unmistakeable.

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5 just like a basketball team.

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I know that if I had a rose garden to dispose of the remains of MY ex-wife I would have been better for it...

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I heard alligator or pig farms work much better than rose gardens.

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AHH HR Stalin with yet another witty post about me. I see you have pulled yourself from pumping the neighbors dog and dreaming about Keith Olbermann in a gimp suit to yet attempt to take another run at me. You have to stop stalking me comrade hr, who are you Joe McGinniss?
Texans are disgusted that a miserable fuck like you has been produced from that fine state. I’m willing to bet you are from Austin where the smelly, hippy, druggie, homosexuals hangout. I know life must have been rough for you hr. After your pedophile father fiddled with you when you were young, you then turned to begging for change and giving 5 dollar handys in back of 7-11 for smack and malt liquor. I understand where all your “liberal pain” comes from.
I knew a soulless fuck like you would take a run at my family. I know you are mad at the world and you just want a way out. If you follow these simple steps hr you can do yourself and the world a favor.
Step 1. Write a note to your family and your “partner” Anderson, telling them what an enormous failure you are and why you took such drastic measures to take away the pain.
Step 2. Find a secluded area preferably the woods, deep in the woods. We don’t want your drunken father to walk into the room and see you hanging next to your Jeff Garcia poster and stop this blessed occasion from occurring. Pick out a tree with strong branches and that you think can support your herpes ridden ass. Everything must be perfect not to ruin this big step you are taking here.
Step 3. Have a nice, pliable rope, well oiled so that the noose slides easily. Make sure to put the knot behind the left ear. (This is a trick my grandfather told me he used back in his coon hunting days. lol)

Step 4. Make sure you are at the correct height off the ground so that when you kick the stool from up under your pathetic ass you will begin hanging. Now you can join homosexuals, pedophiles, and demagogues like Liberace, Michael Jackson, and Martin Luther King Jr. in hell.

Come on do the world a favor HR and just end it.

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I know that if I had a rose garden to dispose of the remains of MY ex-wife I would have been better for it...

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I heard alligator or pig farms work much better than rose gardens.

I always thought that it would be cool to dispose of a body in a magnesium fire in a deep pit myself. If I ever hit the power ball the first things I'd buy after a house on a large plot of wooded land would be magnesium scrap metal and a backhoe....just in case. The only thing I can't decide on is what kind of tree I would want to plant over the spot once I back filled the pit after the fire burned out. My list of possible candidates:

Cherry Blossum tree
Dogwood
Apple tree
Peach Tree
Black walnut
Oak tree
Weeping willow

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When in doubt, go with the pig farm. See 'Snatch' for details. Also see 'Pickton, Robert'.

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I have known that Mel is a visionary ever since his D.U.I. arrest. I say bravo Mel Gibson, bravo..

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Mel is so respected, so loved and so needed by the American people he could be caught with an infant in a parked car and still be applauded on set the next day. He's a good actor, great director, good husband and a good father - like a mainstream Derek Hay minus the gay beginnings (big minus), just a great guy, patriot, visionary, looking for artistic perfection, for that single shot blessed by God which becomes an oil painting, a masterpiece, I think can be forgiven if someone at Craft Service screws up his omelette and he calls them a simple-minded spook'a'delia or a ‘spic gone wrong.’

But now he's in trouble and he knows it. Mel Gibson is riding a beast Hitler and Napoleon couldn't ride. The Russian. When you hear those tapes you hear the rage of a man who's afraid of losing it all. It's sudden, like a Russian winter and it cuts to the bone until you are bled dry in the snow. What happened to Mel has happened to many men but in Mel's case he's facing off with a woman whose very DNA is steeped in those winters, centuries of winters and Cossacks and invading armies. Her tribal roots extend to the very feudal serfs that brought down the Tsar.

She knew what she was getting into, she wanted the bad boy, the alpha, the type A, she took the time to map out a blueprint of a simple man, learn how his buttons could be pushed for maximum effect, and twined around him like a vine, swallowing everything, waiting for showtime- the day she would turn the recorder on. Ever hear of Chagas disease? It's a parasite that can remain dormant for years, and once active, usually attacks the heart muscle of its host. Eventually the muscle becomes so thin that it bursts from regular blood pressure levels. The point is, this man is enraged because his life is broken, snapped in two over the passive-aggressive knee of the Grigorieva.

And I think she's disgusting now that I'm putting it all together. She sickens me the way I am now attracted to her...but only in a Katy Perry way. Look close, she's got the love of satan in those pretty brown eyes.

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I agree with the dark fellow who started this topic. What did Mel say that was incorrect?

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Sounds like he wasn't out of line at all. Sounds like he's got balls to me, which is the most important thing dealing with these Ruski cunts. Straight up shades of me and my old lady circa Bill Clinton in the oval office. I mean, if I could’ve stayed out of jail I would’ve put an axe through her head.. and she knew that too.

Fifty-mil for sticking it in Her Majesty's ham, that shit’s a difficult tightrope though. She's stepping over Mel's body like he's passed out drunk in a doorway, on her way to better money the same way Lebron James stepped over Dan Gilberts body in a doorway, and every new recording she releases is just digging up Mel's corpse again and playing with his remains by the moonlight.

We've all been there. We've all felt as angry as Mel Gibson at some point in our lives, having dated super models or paid for multiple houses. If other men had the same problems Mel Gibson has, they would take that baby Ms. Grigorieva was holding and as in track & field fling it like a hammer.


Go for distance, brother.