Diane, I have uncovered BLOGcast #3.

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I've been deep undercover for weeks now. Today I came the closest I expect I ever will to meeting one of my new online acquaintances. He refers to himself only as "The Rev. Gay Chromes", although I suspect this to be a pseudonym of sorts.

He knew my investigations into the dark underbelly of the World Wide Web involve an association with an extremely popular "blog", and promised to provide me with useful information in the form of an audio recording as long as I promise it be posted online, presumably in order to further his career.

As suspected, finding the dropoff location was going to be an issue. I suggested he share the audio file using some sort of proxy to conceal his identity, but I suppose the old ways are sometimes the best.

 Eventually I located the tree stump in which the tape was to be hidden. What would I find therein?

Aha! I spy a snaplock bag. Note to field agents: always make sure your dropoffs are weatherproof!

And here lay my prize. I'm sending the original to head office for analysis, of course, but I also attach a digitization of the contents for easy analysis.

All Black

All Black lyrics

Share Send "All Black" Ringtone to your Cell I'm on some other shit I'm dress in all black I'm wit my niggas them And all of us strapped We on dat killing shit Somebody getting wacked You know I mean business When I'm in all black (REPEAT) It ain't no faking nigga You see the gear I'm in Baby 9 on me He feeling confident I feel invisible I'm on dat cup of Hen Extended clip in dis bitch Is you more than 10 Put on that black tee Took off that polo man Try to slide on me And I'ma spray your ass And in my back pocket I keep that black mask And let him run down I bet I flip his ass I'm riding tinted windows No more clear glass One thing about me nigga You know I don't flag I keep one in the head No time to cock it back You know I mean business When I'm in all black I'm on some other shit I'm dress in all black I'm wit my niggas them And all of us strapped We on dat killing shit Somebody getting wacked You know I mean business When I'm in all black (REPEAT) Heard it's some pussy niggas Round here who talking stupid You niggas playing gangsta Who you think you fooling You must not know me nigga You did you know I'll pull it Murk something on site you know I'll fuckin do it Put stacks on niggas heads You know ain't nothing to it I got some young niggas Who love Jordans stupid And for a stack nigga They'll lick your body fluid For 25 hundred they'll get real stupid Shoot edges for 30 days Nigga with that fuckin oozie These niggas terrorize Until I tell em cool it Thanks to you fuck niggas You know I keep that toolie I'm dressed in all balck Just like a scary movie I'm on some other shit I'm dress in all black I'm wit my niggas them And all of us strapped We on dat killing shit Somebody getting wacked You know I mean business When I'm in all black (REPEAT) Just had a dream dog Killed my first rap nigga I hit em wit that yappa Such a sad picture I let that yappa go Hit him wit 5 All head shots Shoot nothing but missiles R.I.P dog Rest in peace pussy nigga I prefer yappas The bullets get there quicker I been attracted to em Ever since I was little I'm dressed in all black Just like a fucking killer I'm on some other shit I'm dress in all black I'm wit my niggas them And all of us strapped We on dat killing shit Somebody getting wacked You know I mean business When I'm in all black (REPEAT) Send "All Black" Ringtone to your Cell COMMENTS AND MEANINGS by b345tmxd3 23 Apr 2010 This song means basically... He's on not playing games and when hes dressed in allblack he's a different person and dont care to kill someone who crosses him. He's saying you'r dumb to mess with him.

BLOGWARS IS OVAH NIGGAH

sheesh one whiff o blood n the lot o you act like craze beasts. niccy own up u like eptitititititous lee we all do and ur jus jealouse u miss the whole puma jones thing yeah? now lets all play nice
& fuck those gawker bitches the fuck up

Raoul Moat: Sexxxy beast

TODAY in the NEWS OF THE WORLD, a giant hulking body-building roid-raged (chubby) baby-man is cold shootin' people on a mad rampage. Here we have exclusive SEXXXY stories we grabbed from his letters in jail to his beau, 22-year old Samantha Stobbart!

These letters indicate a man both furious and passionate and fully in love with his young beau. We have transcribed several of his letters for your perusal and arousal. We have not corrected for spelling or grammar as we feel it would only dilute his passion.

Letter 1:

This letter was dated June 3, 2010.

Oi luv,

Got me a shiv today from some bugger in the showrs, fat cunt tried t'take me inna ponce an I shoved 'im in the wall an took is shiv while 'e cried like a week little sod. Nw i got me a weapin an no one aint messing with me affer seeing how I done'im up.

I took him from behin ta show 'im whose boss and thought of u the whole time. my dearest farter, oh how I fucked the farts outta the little ginger bitch as I thoughta u. Can't wait to plug yr old boilhole when I get outta 'ere. Hope the wee tyke is holding up well and enjoying that box of fags I sent.

luv to u, my sexy Sam, from yr sexy bulldog,

-R

Letter 2:

Dated June 15 2010

U filthy rotten whore,

Sam you fuckd a pig! U fucked a fuckin pig and I am gonna get u pissfuck. Dirty little rotter o how I an gonna get in there and win u back you cheating cunt. Gonna shot the pig copper inis fuckface an then I gonna roll im over an roger is asshole good while I show u who is the real man 'ere. I wil fuck alla the dead farts outta his arsehole while I make you watch so u know what u have comin to u. U are my life and I will fuck every copper in Briton fore u .

I still luv u bitch,

-R

Letter 3:

Dated June 30, 2010

Oi!

Git yr farts ready u traiterous little cunt, and make sure your copper friend is lubed up so I kin roger his dead ass silly. Imma get me a gun or three anna make right sure no fart is unfucked in the goddamn country. I will show u what happens when u betray me my filthy whore love.

-your dearest farter

Blog Post to Faggot

All Bruce Wayne, no Batman

Nicky Burns believed

That he could bring the fire,

A swert Prometheus

Astride a crumbling spire,

But little did he know

And poorly judged his leap

And crashed a mile below,

A broken jangled heap

His face hidden by snow

And the dung of mountain sheep.

#owned

Posts by Sir Eptitious Lee are for a gay faggot indeed

I don't want to be seen as causing a ruckus or a drama or anything because I don't expect that useless fucking diphtheria-cradler to really care to read my shining golden comedy bulllets because he is so barren of good taste and happy times. It doesn't help his mother abused him and he will be the biggest crying man person ever in the world, god do I not like him. No one likes him. Fuck I hate him and you should to- if you're worth knowing you already do hate him and if you like him you shouldn't be reading this blog I hate you. If you haven't made your mind up I will give you two choices- hate Sir Eptitious Lee for the useless faggot he is, or kill yourself.

he slanders beautiful woman with amazing steps Lindsay Lohan, who is a golden lagoon of tremendous talent. did he not ever see award-winning smash "I know who killed me" where she played two people at once? no actor not even marlon brando could do that but she could without a computer because she is two people and who is Sir Eptitious Lee? one big faggot that's for sure fuck I hate you too much.

I bet you like to go out to really bad parties and then complain then when your sympathy friend says "if you aren't enjoying yourself then why don't you go?" and then you get all stuffy and huffy and say "no, I'm not trapped with them, THEYRE ALL TRAPPED WITH ME" and think because you quoted the Watchman blue penis movie that you're really witty. you're just a cunt, you dog-snatcher.

If i saw you in the street I wouldn't run you over I would just jump out and kick your ass then my dog would pee on your butt and if you were on fire I wouldn't let the dog pee on you but at the same time I would only put water on you to keep you alive but as a serious burns victim.

Go to hell, Sir Eptitious Lee. Get some fucking therapy because I don't want to listen to your boring teenage-ass whine-fests anymore. If you think you've got what it takes to take me on then you're fucking full of shit- you're a puny bitch-ass and you can't take me on. I am the sunshine out of my own ass. You're nothing but a horrible poo fart. Fuck you

Diary of a Twee Gay Teen

Today,

I practiced being willowy.

A supple bowing at the neck, a gentle slope at the shoulder—

it's hard to wear all-corduroy during summertime, but

my skin breathes through my flannel elbow-patches.

A respite from the stifling cords encircling my tortured soul.

My spirit animal is regal & brindled, a mutt made from proud

Mastiff & Greyhound forebears, forgotten

hovering between hulk & wisp,

the willow & the oak.

Mayhap D'Artagnan will stop by today.

We can try on mum's lipstick, neck & cry

as our pert little lovelust

groans on unconsummated, furtive boners chafing

against ridged corduroy constrictors.

When I grow up,

I'm going to wear a kilt everyday.