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- Mr. Tomlinson's feud started after members of the now-defunct Reddit site r/opieandanthony got his Twitter account suspended, causing him to threaten some bored trolls who never heard of him with a libel lawsuit. The trolls responded predictably.
- Mr. Tomlinson has been instructed many times by friends, family, police, and attorneys to stop engaging with his trolls, and that continuing to provoke them will cause him to be trolled even more. Mr. Tomlinson wilfully ignores this advice
- He would eventually file a defamation suit against 60 anonymous people which was dismissed with Mr. Tomlinson being ordered to pay $34,762.25 for opposing parties' attorney fees.
- He ended up paying $83,736.99 due to his unsuccessful attempts to dodge the court-ordered judgement, for which he faced jail time and contempt charges.
- He also filed 2 frivolous restraining orders against people who had engaged in First Amendment-protected behavior (one for texting him and another for attending his contempt of court hearing), both of which were dismissed.
- Early on in the lawsuit, Mr. Tomlinson vandalized his own motorcycle and submitted a false police report blaming the people he was suing.
- He accidentally sent surveillance video of the alleged vandal (himself) to a troll.
- Mr. Tomlinson has never shown this video footage during any of his media tours, and desperately tries to scrub it from the internet.
- Mr. Tomlinson claims that the surveillance video was initiated by his "motion-activated" camera, which only collects "30 seconds at a time", despite the video being 32 seconds long and beginning several seconds before the "vandal" enters into the frame.
- On 13 April 2023, the individual responsible for calling the fake emergencies (SWATs) to Mr. Tomlinson's house, a SWAT-for-hire dealer named "Torswats", revealed that Mr. Tomlinson ordered the SWATs to his own house because he wanted to get in the news and sue the MPD for money.
- Torswats would repeat these allegations in private chats which were not intended for public view.
- Mr. Tomlinson has gone on multiple news tours since the SWATtings started in order to promote his victimhood brand, utilizing the services of Lenora Claire.
- He also recently sued the MPD for money.
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Elderly Jewish man relives the glory days
- Thread starter The Talking Dead
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Well, can anyone do it?
The setting: Miami, October 16, 1972. I just finish my show for the day, "Sports-A-La-King", and I make a stop at Duffy's Tavern for a plate of chicken wings, a cheesecake and a glass or two of Cabernet - you wonder why I'm diabetic! Anyway, as I await my order, the barkeep says to me "Hey, King, check out what we just got in this morning!" I was thinking he was trying to push a new Merlot, but not this time... Instead I'm greeted with this giant of electronics in a strangely yellow wooden cabinet, one dial on the left and another on the right, with these two lines moving up and down the screen, blocking this square thingie from going past them!
Ladies and gentleman, I was seeing the future.
I asked him what it was, and he pointed to the top of the machine: "Pong". He said you put in a quarter and you play it like table pong - but you're not! Heresy, I thought, and I walked away. But after my third glass of Merlot, and a sugar high that would make Dom Deluise climax, I pulled out my laundry money and decided to challenge myself.
Call it a bender, a diabetic coma, or just my dementia, but I don't remember the following three days. When I came to, I was still in front of that machine, my clothes were drenched in sweat, my wallet was empty, my tab had skyrocketed, and my third/fifth wife (that's true, and a very long story) was screaming to my left that WIOD was threatening to fire me!
Worst of all, I had signed divorce papers she had served me. Tricky bitch.
What's this game called again? Hotline Miami? Yeah, it's not bad. 3 stars, 5 stars if it was in the Tokyo Dome and narrated by Giant Baba.
Carol in Long Island, you'd like to share the benefits of being a squirter - I'm all ears!
The setting: Miami, October 16, 1972. I just finish my show for the day, "Sports-A-La-King", and I make a stop at Duffy's Tavern for a plate of chicken wings, a cheesecake and a glass or two of Cabernet - you wonder why I'm diabetic! Anyway, as I await my order, the barkeep says to me "Hey, King, check out what we just got in this morning!" I was thinking he was trying to push a new Merlot, but not this time... Instead I'm greeted with this giant of electronics in a strangely yellow wooden cabinet, one dial on the left and another on the right, with these two lines moving up and down the screen, blocking this square thingie from going past them!
Ladies and gentleman, I was seeing the future.
I asked him what it was, and he pointed to the top of the machine: "Pong". He said you put in a quarter and you play it like table pong - but you're not! Heresy, I thought, and I walked away. But after my third glass of Merlot, and a sugar high that would make Dom Deluise climax, I pulled out my laundry money and decided to challenge myself.
Call it a bender, a diabetic coma, or just my dementia, but I don't remember the following three days. When I came to, I was still in front of that machine, my clothes were drenched in sweat, my wallet was empty, my tab had skyrocketed, and my third/fifth wife (that's true, and a very long story) was screaming to my left that WIOD was threatening to fire me!
Worst of all, I had signed divorce papers she had served me. Tricky bitch.
What's this game called again? Hotline Miami? Yeah, it's not bad. 3 stars, 5 stars if it was in the Tokyo Dome and narrated by Giant Baba.
Carol in Long Island, you'd like to share the benefits of being a squirter - I'm all ears!
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That's how you live. I live in a luxury apartment with furniture pieces you can't name or afford.
You’re as pathetic as @BenDovid (and as genetically close). Stop pretending you come from anything besides a family of animal fuckers.
What has @Turry Fawks ever done to you?
Of course he had to reply within 10 minutes. Fucking Bobo Ben Dovid. Sometimes I wish you'd stop toying with that tiresome retard.