Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Thursday, April 09, 2026

Deuce! Deuce!

Don’t wanna go into too much detail on what’s been happening in the last couple weeks. I really thought I’d have good news here, but let me just say this one itty-bitty little thing as a desperate individual with a ton of bills to pay: if wanting scammers who offer up fake jobs - mainly by sending you giant checks for supposedly vital work stuff that get your important credit accounts shut down - to be raped in prison every single day for the rest of their worthless lives is wrong, I see absolutely no point whatsoever in being right.

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