Did you hear the one about the footballer and the hooker? Well, I hadn’t until last night, said QAnon. What a long night it was and it was totally unexpected. I don’t know if it was the army or some sort of underworld star chamber but when the evil one’s friend the brother-in-law turned up it was with trouble in mind… He had called them posse style and turned up outside on the road and started to plead with them to arrest QAnon for breaking censorship or something and for accusing his son of being a fag. Well as it would turn out this ‘bad M’ brother-in-law should know about criminals with his idee fixe on QAnon to be one to the death. That and his association with what you’d like to call ‘twilight’ types.
“You were meant to o.d.!” he cried out into the night at one stage.
It was then he was taken inside one of the apartments nearby where QAnon could hear him get a dressing down for his behaviour of shouting in the streets and causing some sort of ruckus… Anyway, they didn’t stop there as the football player was further stripped of his false persona and rather forced dignity… His mask would soon slip…
To the world and to himself he was a king who could do no wrong but in reality, he and his wife wanted to kill QAnon stone dead… They had already been a part of a campaign to destroy his sanity. Now it was QAnon’s turn to have his psychic say to him as the two men who interrogated him tore him down bit by bit to the point where we would learn what we already knew – that he really was not a pure man who espoused full world foreskin for the Garden of Eden but a criminal and possibly criminally insane. Everyone in the complex learned about how this once good footballer was confused and spooked by the notion of a giant prepuce or having a giant prepuce since that was a part of his philosophy. He was bent against QAnon who in fact enjoyed having stretched his own large prepuce himself. He knew the footballer was cut anyway since his wife had told QAnon. The footballer seemed surprised by this fact and thought QAnon would really like it sexually. Unfortunately, AAnon wasn’t interested. He didn’t like the fact his son maybe gay and that he himself may have contributed to it in some way…
This is a man who didn’t know he was a poofter yet and thought QAnon had taken it up the arse and so decided to help destroy him for being some sort of pretender.
There was an attempt made by the inquisitors to get the name of the person who let themselves into QAnon’s flat and stole a pair of scissors, or more precisely put a pair on scissors on a bedside table on top of some paper. Dead giveaway to QAnon that someone had been in his apartment. There was much ‘fuck you’ ‘fuck you’ of the Robert de Niro variety before the footballer turned into Rupert Pupkin from The King of Comedy in a rather nerdy twist.
“Oh fuck you” was something which QAnon heard many more times from what has been called in the neighbourhood a *Ini and there are many of them. These are men of toxic masculinity who gaslight and the footballer had been caught. He wrote ‘Fuck off’ on their piece of paper and they started again… Perhaps he really did finally write the name of the person who held the key to QAnon apartment. The good news is there are good *inis as they call them and I don’t know, said QAnon where they got this name or why they gained such respect considering some of them plot murder and gaslighting. Many are bent over oa large and small prepuce as well.
As it turned out the footballer was forever bent and hung up on this stat – so to speak, if you know what I mean. Now he has been outed. And there would be no stopping his obsession since he felt no guilt about what he had actually been planning to do to QAnon and carry out …. How many have died?!
They then took the footballer to another room where they tried to find out the root cause of his neurosis. It is in this room where the footballer turned into a punk. Since he had listened to Never Mind the Bollocks and possibly liked the cover art of uncircumcised penises, then I guess he had a friend who was a Johnny Rotten type when he was a teenager or younger. His mother also seems to have knocked the stuffing out of him in some way too. Anyway, this punk was passing himself off as a God-fearing respectable member of society and like the original *ini … he wanted to see off QAnon the night of his possible fatal overdose. It all seemed to be guaranteed. QAnon lived and put the puzzle together.
The punk was finally humiliated by the inquisition and he broke down into tears … Everyone now knew his secret. This punk not only like boys but was a Nazi … a killer Nazi with no remorse who was locked in the closet. There I said it again.
Of course, they were not the police this star chamber although a police car raced by and let off its siren knowingly… or were they really the army?
They took him to another room to perhaps prefer charges? The voices changed rooms three times… Not really. They told him if he was a good boy and repented, they would let him go and he would be called ‘a good Nazi’ by everyone and not the bald Mussolini that he resembled both in nature and in the end temper he exhibited on the street outside over a script about QAnon or something.
Well, he couldn’t control himself and cried out to QAnon who was lying in the dark across in the next block that he was to be set free because he honest to God would repent for his sins. And he expected to be fully forgiven.
This is some sort of Catholic disease which is tearing apart our society as it lets the guilty get away with murder and child abuse. QAnon used his psychic voice to tell the little Hitler that he was a ‘see you next Tuesday’ type person for deliberately trying to gaslight him into insanity forever and a day. And having him choke on his own vomit!!
There was some scene with his wife and as he told her he really was gay and didn’t know women could hear psychic voices… which I doubt was sincere. QAnon was right there to help the inquisitors with psychic tips and quips. To add to the heaviness.
“I didn’t know darl” she said. Anyway, it was a great performance by both… And they’ve already demanded an Oscar as they drove past this morning. This was the first performance where I actually believed the footballer was crying as he was unmasked. What a night of Nazi Existentialist Theatre our building complex was treated to… some sat up and gasped when he apparently signed the paper: “He rang the full toll” Perhaps he really signed over his soul to the devil? I can’t help fell sorry for such people even if they call QQnon a “La la loser” which is a code word for people who love movies I guess.
“He was meant to o.d.!” he repeated as he and his wife skipped on merrily to their next social occasion calling out ‘Fuck you’ to QAnon.
Anyway, he certainly got off lightly in QAnon’s opinion. Tee-hee.
