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Gavin admitted to having illegal weapons in studio two days ago, LOL!

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Werz da fawk is mah GAAAWWNNN?!?! Faaaawk!

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Andy anxiously peered through the plexiglass in the prison visiting room, nervously hugging himself. Then the guards led Gavin in, wearing his orange jumpsuit. He looked thinner than the last time Andy saw him, and he took his seat gingerly, almost as if he was injured.

"What did they DO to you in here Gavy-wavy! Those motherless cunt libtard fucking nigger-loving liberal cock bung fuckers! I swear on my mother's grave that I'll make those fucking liberal cunt bung cock suckers pay!" Andy seethingly lisped.

"No, Andy" Gavin said in a stern, feminine voice. "You aren't going to do anything, understand?"

Andy was stunned. "Wha??? Huh? Holeeeeeshit, what the fuck? Gavin, what are you talking about?"

"Andy, what I've done...what WE'VE done...it was wrong. Andy, all we do is foment hate, division, and rage. Every time you tweet about n******, you're hurting the country you love! I've done terrible, terrible things, Andy. They were wrong then, and they're wrong now. I deserve my punishment."

Andy stared at Gavin in disbelief and horror. A single tear rolled from his eye and pooled on his cratered, beer-bloated face. "So they're gotten to you to, eh?" he queerly muttered, almost whispering. "Now, I'm truly all alone". Andy slowly rose from his chair and turned away. As he slowly sashayed toward the exit, he could hear Gavin's cries.

"ANDY! ANDY! YOU CAN CHANGE! WE CAN CHANGE! I'M ELIGIBLE FOR PAROLE IN EIGHT YEARS! PLEASE! WAIT FOR ME, ANDY!"

Andy ignored him and left the room. He reached for his phone. "THEY AREN'T EVEN PEOPLE!" he tweeted, "N****** SUCK SO MUCH! FUCK THOSE N****** AND BIDEN RETARDS CUNT! BUNG ROT!". Andy grinned with relief. "I'm NEVER alone as long as I can tweet!" he mincingly giggled.
 
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Gregg slumped in the wood-wicker chair on his porch, not wondering how it all went wrong, but rather contemplating how to go viral.

What da fawkk. alright, think opester. Gavin has connections wit ant.
maybe use sum of da hashtags?
a reaction videooo?
nooo, that's too desperate.

He wasn't aware of the downward slope of his "career", as lyndsey left with the kids, he's averaging 30 viewers a live stream, and getting close to the age for social security benefits.

Fawkin ant. Rides my fawkin coattails to fame and den does his bullshit wit da gavin. I saw gavin in person, he had no fawkin balls.

Opie thinks and thinks, gazing upon the sunset from his lonely beach property.

I fawkin got it, he exclaims, as he is slightly buzzed from his two lemon-merengue shanties, but making sure not to get out of control...

everyone is talkin about da gavin mcinnes, I'll make a youtube video, and da pests will ask me about wuh happened, I mean i was on da fawkin radio for 20 years!!!
I got da inside scoop!!!! Me and gavin weren't even dat close, but who da fuck knows...

As he hasn't ejaculated in 37 days because he thinks porn is fawkin weird, the opester clicks "go live" on his facebook while sporting a semi hard on through his polyester gym shorts.

As he reads the first comment, "were you ever close with danny and sal?
he quickly retorts:
I was never friends wit anybody from da show. It's a business, okay?!?!

The comments from his loyal followers flood in, and he realizes he's still got it.
It's not the name he chose, but da opester can still attract an audience, and he has plenty of dirt to spill.

the pests are under his command., and he isn't a pedophile.
life is good.
 
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Space_Pest said:
Gregg slumped in the wood-wicker chair on his porch, not wondering how it all went wrong, but rather contemplating how to go viral.

What da fawkk. alright, think opester. Gavin has connections wit ant.
maybe use sum of da hashtags?
a reaction videooo?
nooo, that's too desperate.

He wasn't aware of the downward slope of his "career", as lyndsey left with the kids, he's averaging 30 viewers a live stream, and getting close to the age for social security benefits.

Fawkin ant. Rides my fawkin coattails to fame and den does his bullshit wit da gavin. I saw gavin in person, he had no fawkin balls.

Opie thinks and thinks, gazing upon the sunset from his lonely beach property.

I fawkin got it, he exclaims, as he is slightly buzzed from his two lemon-merengue shanties, but making sure not to get out of control...

everyone is talkin about da gavin mcinnes, I'll make a youtube video, and da pests will ask me about wuh happened, I mean i was on da fawkin radio for 20 years!!!
I got da inside scoop!!!! Me and gavin weren't even dat close, but who da fuck knows...

As he hasn't ejaculated in 37 days because he thinks porn is fawkin weird, the opester clicks "go live" on his facebook while sporting a semi hard on through his polyester gym shorts.

As he reads the first comment, "were you ever close with danny and sal?
he quickly retorts:
I was never friends wit anybody from da show. It's a business, okay?!?!

The comments from his loyal followers flood in, and he realizes he's still got it.
It's not the name he chose, but da opester can still attract an audience, and he has plenty of dirt to spill.

the pests are under his command., and he isn't a pedophile.
life is good.
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I’m loving the fanfics.

Can’t wait for someone to do Dan
 
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satanssockpuppet said:
Andy anxiously peered through the plexiglass in the prison visiting room, nervously hugging himself. Then the guards led Gavin in, wearing his orange jumpsuit. He looked thinner than the last time Andy saw him, and he took his seat gingerly, almost as if he was injured.

"What did they DO to you in here Gavy-wavy! Those motherless cunt libtard fucking nigger-loving liberal cock bung fuckers! I swear on my mother's grave that I'll make those fucking liberal cunt bung cock suckers pay!" Andy seethingly lisped.

"No, Andy" Gavin said in a stern, feminine voice. "You aren't going to do anything, understand?"

Andy was stunned. "Wha??? Huh? Holeeeeeshit, what the fuck? Gavin, what are you talking about?"

"Andy, what I've done...what WE'VE done...it was wrong. Andy, all we do is foment hate, division, and rage. Every time you tweet about n******, you're hurting the country you love! I've done terrible, terrible things, Andy. They were wrong then, and they're wrong now. I deserve my punishment."

Andy stared at Gavin in disbelief and horror. A single tear rolled from his eye and pooled on his cratered, beer-bloated face. "So they're gotten to you to, eh?" he queerly muttered, almost whispering. "Now, I'm truly all alone". Andy slowly rose from his chair and turned away. As he slowly sashayed toward the exit, he could hear Gavin's cries.

"ANDY! ANDY! YOU CAN CHANGE! WE CAN CHANGE! I'M ELIGIBLE FOR PAROLE IN EIGHT YEARS! PLEASE! WAIT FOR ME, ANDY!"

Andy ignored him and left the room. He reached for his phone. "THEY AREN'T EVEN PEOPLE!" he tweeted, "N****** SUCK SO MUCH! FUCK THOSE N****** AND BIDEN RETARDS CUNT! BUNG ROT!". Andy grinned with relief. "I'm NEVER alone as long as I can tweet!" he mincingly giggled.
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I wonder if he would feel shame if he read one of these or if he’s too far gone
 
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