2021-04-07 - Patrick Sean Tomlinson subpoenas Cloudflare

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I would like to add that Fatrick is a fucking awful writer and handles a gun like a bitch with two left hands.
 
I would like to formally invite Mr. Tomlinson to come to my home and fistfight my older sister.
 
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So I guess 2021 is just the year of frivolous lol wow litigation.
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It's worth noting that this specific tactic is also being used by Jonathan "Jessica Simpson (no not that one)" Yaniv; one of his complaints against his strata is that they have not provided a list of names and unit numbers of the people who live in his building, and this is because he knows that a resident of his building posts here. He wants to narrow down their identity so he can ruin them. This dickhead is doing the same thing.
 
Here's my post, so I can get subpoenaed. This one's for you fatrick
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Patrick Sean Tomlinson is a massive faggot and thats coming from me, Michael Arthur Slubowski.

legal correspondence can be sent to,

49062 Veneto Dr
Northville MI 48167
 
I'm all for personal freedoms, but relatives really shouldn't be allowed to breed, nor mothers huff gas while pregnant. You just end up with Fat Pat here.
 
Fatrick is a 4'9 manlet with rage that guzzles soy and cum and likes it in the butt. He is very fat and couldn't hit a target five feet away with a shotgun.
 
Fatrick drinks Tyrone's Big Bubba Nigga Juice out of a champagne glass, filled at the back of the local Fuddruckers.
 
It's gonna be so tragic if I get subpoena'd.

If Patrick or his "lawyer" is reading this: Star Wars is fucking gay. I await your correspondence.
 
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I'd love to kick Patrick Sean Tomlinson in the head. Just take a few steps run up then catch him with the full force of my steel capped toe under his chin, send that little faggot flying through the air.

As he lies on the floor, coughing and wheezing and chocking on his own blood, his jaw a mangled mess of bones detached from the rest of his skull, I stand over him and laugh wickedly. He looks up at me in fear and pain, his eyes searching, begging me for mercy. He finds none. I raise my boot then stomp down, splitting his skull like a melon and finally ending his pathetic life.
 
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