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— @mrjyn
2019년 3월 7일
¡Mira este Podcast ahora!
¡El episodio más sangriento todavía!
— @mrjyn 2019년 3월 7일
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Oral surgeon self-addicts until someone discovers the cremains of the day "he's been putting out fires with gasoline" Cirujano oral se auto adicta hasta que se descubren sus restos del día" " "Cirujano oral se auto adicta hasta que se descubren sus restos del día" " Mira este Podcast ahora! Mira este Podcast ahora! (season 2, ep.11) @swindledPodcast THE BODY SNATCHER latest, not last Pod from @SwindledPodcast No es el último show de la temporada 2, pero solo quedan dos que aún no se han estrenado: la episodio penultimo y última, la episodio ultimo, ultimo, finalmente a descargo la Podcast more popular than the telenovellos in Mexico, or futbol in Brazil. Watch this Podcast now! Before it is too late for its narrator to end up like other brave journalists of our country--dead in the streets in a pool of their own blood with their tongue cut out and stuffed down their throat. Please! " instancia que termina esta temporada." ONLY TWO E81C4F — mrjyn (@mrjyn) 2019년 3월 7일 twit-date dif-lang 년 pic.twit a class="mrjyn me ltr twit-link-color" style="color:#E81C4F" 2019년 3월 7일 http://swindledpodcast.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/s2e11-800x480.jpg I nursed my sleep-deprived body with tonight, after professional Mardi Gras-careerism meets Graham Greene-stilo, which is choosing to dwell on more salubrious, ephemeral sybaritic hedonism, but not where the festivities are to be found: NEW ORLEANS! i took up with it tonight. " That's J.C. Hardaway from Big "S" on the right!" Comments Mrjyn Commented on Smokestack Lightning: Memphis Pit Masters (That was the creepiest music you ever conscripted. And i’m glad it’s over.) All Swindled Pods are thought up by your concerned anonymous pocaster/citizen (i don’t have time to go into the long line of anonymous disc jockeys, pirate ship radio and South American journalists whose longevity owes its “long” part to their obedience to their number one rule: stay anonymous, and STAY ALIVE) in a VERY CROWDED, MEDIOCRE CRIME POD-SCENE (what’s worse than a scene?) today. "A Concerned Citizen" is serious about what he does, and doing it while protecting his anonymity. . He goes as far as blurring out his face in photos from his Social Network platforms. This ep. features ghoulish twofer date, TWO deranged morticians, TWO Mercury poisonings, and TWO hundred dead bodies in a gory killing-field to make Jim Jones look fastidious, or John Wayne Gacy call Angie’s List. Corpse-hoarders who respectively make Herschel Gordon Lewis proud. You're likely to hear... WARNING: i now go on a Lester Bangs-type rant, as my body cries out for influence on tonight. (once you stop telling everyone to listen to that fucking 2-year-old PODCAST which NO ONE born yet HAS NOT yet LISTENED TO BY NOW! and, yes, the dead guy from Alabama also had the Mad Hatter's Mercury-poisoning chelation disease, which probably had not a little to do with how he died, from what; although it was probably time to go, if you believe George Costanza! *You just made me run-on my parentheticized sentence too far to go back now. Watch this podcast! Two more left, and you're on your own, unless, you take media advice from The fucking New Yorker, whose mascot has nose in air, top hat, specs, and his pocket watch is being bejeweled in Lucerne... They also passed Swindled over for Best Crime Pod last year ... someone to whom you're gonna transfer power of attorney, or living will rights holding dominion over your final Podlist and Testament...as you slowly succumb, but flail like a Price is Right contestant on your death bed (sounds like you’ve been zombified, like poor Narcisse in that book you have not read yet, from the tetratadactin coursing through your veins, administered by the only unfriendly Haitian at the Hotel Olaffson--he was very concerned about your PG Tipps?!) look. no fucking research, putaines et salopes--as before Wikipedia, naked, only nourished by what has gone in and stayed in {to the cerebellum, hypocampus, or deep in the dark side of the moon/brain, WHERE IT WILL DIE UNUSED}--all “up here,” AS THEY SAY, when the dumbshits aren’t trying to edit the one subject on which I remain peerless, Wikipedia “Traci Lords”: imperfect as the ruined executive function Bernie Madoff wouldn't take, only possibly shareable with Keith Richards, who only has to laugh until the end, vanquishing DEATH HIMSELF! I, mE, who thinks this is a good use of my time... *hOP back on. it should be safe now, unless you are an editor ... and mutely scream to your Jamaican nurse, "I don't like The fucking New Yorker's taste in podcasts, or anything else, for that matter, it turns out...AND STOP WITH THE REGGAE!” *extra words in case you need them for continuity, like unused Ikea hardware: ***whculture, after all."*** -- this should be display:none in the html. thanks--ed. if it gets bad ENOUGH, come back here or come see one of us on Twitter. We'll set you straighter than Parade. thought up by -- mrjyn 3.7.2019 *i could key-in me a goddamn Kerouac ream with this fucking Special Elite font at 25px. Good choice, "CC". Now go sing your song! if you’re completely all over the place and every way but louche, you can also go to the greatest browser button ever invented. it tells you which font anything on the WWW is! Then you can write shit in that font, and act like a big fucking journalist from the 40s.
to see the full size typography sample of this font, try going below or here, but it’s also up top. just click on it and it should let you see.
UPDATE: IT FINALLY LOADED AND IS STUCK ON TOP OF THIS POST!
LOOK AT IT IN ALL ITS SODDEN TYPEWRITER FADED GLORY!
BURROUGHS MAY HAVE SHOT IT IN MEXICO, OR PAUL BOWLES MAY HAVE TRIED TO FUCK IT.
