After making the disappointing discovery that his SUV did not come equipped with run-flat tires, the Cabin Boy™ has rebranded and is flailing around for something new to stir up.
Hallucinatory hallucinators gotta hallucinate.
hogewash
Never pick a fight with a man who buys pixels by the terabyte.
John, John, johnjohnjohn
They’re run Fat tires
http://imgur.com/tF57TNy
May I suggest these?
https://goo.gl/images/tNnNc5
And we are once again seeing the nut job flailing around in random accusations. Someone is really living in his head rent free.
I heard its roomy up there
Unlike other people’s sons; Bill has lots of free time. It happens when yet another in a long line of companies, no longer employs him.
Both in triple digits….
Motions that were denied
Number of times aaron beat ghd pedos in cpurt
That’s not flailing, that’s delirium tremens. It’ll pass when he’s restocked his extensive drinks cabinet for the day.
Sounds like a lousy neighborhood. Filthy, even.
Is that before, or since he moved in?
I memory serve me correctly it was just last week that Bill was ranting and raving about muddy footprints and fingerprints everyday.
But I thought Bill proved Krendler vandalized his tires. There is a case number, a police officers business card and most importantly……….Bill Schmalfeldt’s sworn testimony. This was such a lock of a case of vandalism, I’m surprised all the players are not in jail.
They already went passed Go & collect their $200.00 ???
Parodies lose their thrill when reality is more FUBAR. Biwwy really needs a mental health evaluation.
We’ve been saying that for years.
See what heroin does? DO YOU SEE!!??!!
Most junkies are more coherent than Cabin Boy.
I dunno… I suspect heroin is out of his price range.
But I believe one could order model airplane glue by the case from Amazon….
I don’t know if fat junkies are even a thing.
Plenty of calories in even the cheapest store-brand rotgut, though.
Bill Schmalfeldt has no captive nurse, and, couldn’t hit a vein in twenty attempts.
Back when it was “in” to accuse Bill of faking his Parkinsons, before he apparently outed himself, I did some research about thorazine abuse and the parallel symptomology/presentation to PD.
Queer, innit?
I think his preferred means would be “suppository”.
I’d suggest meth, but meth-heads have better teeth.
http://kimberlinunmask.com/files/krendler-on-mic.jpg
It seems syphilis is a notifiable disease in your country. Perhaps someone should tell someone about someone before they something someone with their something.
https://wwwn.cdc.gov/nndss/conditions/notifiable/2016/
Wasn’t it just a week or so ago that Bill was POSITIVE that this Owain character was someone else? Didn’t he tweet I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!eleventy!!. Didn’t he go running to the two batshit crazy pedo lovers* for confirmation? Why yes, yes he did. Now he’s convinced it’s someone else. Seriously, if you pitched a character this stupid to TV execs they would laugh you out of the room saying, “Nobody would believe someone this stupid could even exist”. But there he is is. William “Stolen Valor” Schmalfeldt.
* Anyone else notice a trend that the people that Bill surrounds himself with seem to all be pedos or those that defend pedos? Makes you wonder doesn’t it?
“Real Crazy Stewbums of Clinton County?”
If you pitched him to TV execs they’d wonder why you were trying to appeal to lower-class audiences than Jerry Springer and Jackass.
Pitch? I’m sure shakes is a catcher.
I don’t know who Penllyn Conspiracy is, but the writing is similar to the same person who is posting about Mix and NicoleBonnet1 on 8 ch. Whoever it is he’s pretty good at getting the idiot trolls all worked up.
That’s not all that difficult…
Heh there is that!
The real mystery is how those tires actually held out as long as they did. Yes, passenger side, but still.
Evidently Cabin Boy thinks one of these days he is going to accuse someone of being Krendler or Pennilyn and we are all going to suddenly post “Wow, he figured that out … game over”.
That pre-supposes that anyone here know their true identities. I have no idea, and I don’t want to know either. At least not while BS is still breathing.
I’m a bad liar (but a pretty good actress), so yeah, I don’t want to know.
I got three fellow students kicked out of the dorms and on warning, and I seem to recall one of them actually suspended, at UConn when they tried to threaten me over something I’d said in response to a request they’d put out. I was able to pretend I didn’t know where the other person involved was (in my dorm room, out of sight) because I’d been expecting them to show and be bitches (so I had a script), I wasn’t going to let them harass the other girl any more, and what they were doing was a) against dorm rules and b) really, really stupid. Without the initial prevarication the rest of it wouldn’t have stood up well, even though it was all the truth. It also provoked the harassers into grossly overplaying their hands.
But hey, if you have even half a brain you don’t tell the floor RA that your boyfriend lives with you in the girls only dorm. And you don’t have said boyfriend order other dorm residents to change dorms because they complain about your perfume aggravating their asthma when it can be smelled two floors away when you open the stairwell door.
As I have stated before, and Krendler has confirmed, I, Roy Schmalfeldt, know who Krendler is in real life.
And, I use my real identity, so if Cousin Bill could just find me, then he’d have a lead on Krendler.
But, he seems incapable of finding me, so…
He’s SOL. Again.
Krendler is someone.
I am some1.
1) I am not Krendler.
2) I am Krendler.
One of those is true.
Now Biwwy is pissing himself. (This one is always true.)
#WeAreAllKrendlerOrNot
So much depends upon a neutrino.
Or; a red wheelbarrow, glazed with rainwater, beside the white chickens.
Phone, train. Feeling poetic.
Very nice.
Bill says Grady is Krendler. Bill says (in court) that I’m Grady.
I know Bill is wrong at least 50% of the time. I expect his average is much higher. At being wrong, that is…
In the future, everyone will be Krendler for 15 minutes.
Does that make me famous?
Indeed, I believe so.
I doubt even Kim Kardashian has been named in as many (failed) law-suits.
IRL, you are already famous; now you want fame for your pseudonym, too?
Well.
I know them both. There’s still that one tiny part of the equation that escapes Shakes the clown.
E = MC**2 ??
PV = nRT ???
Bird in Hand = 2 in Bush ????
I’ll just leave this here.
http://www.iowacourts.gov/Court_Rules__Forms/Commitment_Forms/
Now, if Hoge makes that a perma-link on Scribd that’s a Death Threat!!Eleventy!!!!1!1.
If you’d left that, and a cute kitteh? Armageddon!
I really think Professor Hoge needs a cute kitteh picture in one of his filings.
Why?
Maryland.
http://m.sfgate.com/national/article/Boy-8-drives-sister-4-to-McDonald-s-for-a-11068868.php
Interesting. An 8 year old made it to McDonald’s and back without hitting anything. Meanwhile, in Clinton, Iowa, Bill Schmalfeldt couldn’t make it to and back from the discount liquor store without scrubbing the curb and taking out his welfare tires.
Let’s all chip in and buy some Firestone’s for Bill. Those are good for Explorers, right?
http://m.sfgate.com/national/article/Boy-8-drives-sister-4-to-McDonald-s-for-a-11068868.php
Interesting. An 8 year old drove to McDonald’s without hitting anything. Meanwhile, in Clinton, Iowa, Bill Schmalfeldt can’t make it to and back from the discount liquor store without scrubbing the curb and taking out his welfare tires.
http://m.sfgate.com/national/article/Boy-8-drives-sister-4-to-McDonald-s-for-a-11068868.php
An 8 year old managed to make a round trip to McDonalds without hitting anything. Meanwhile, in Clinton, Iowa, Bill Schmalfeldt can’t make it to and from the discount liquor store without scrubbing the curb and taking out his welfare tires.
https://twitter.com/iconoclast52732/status/851978446091816960
What happened to “I HAD TO STOP DRINKING BECAUSE
I USED TO HAVEPARKINSON’S!!”You know he wrote that tweet on his phone, at the discount liquor store, staring at the shelves and trying to pick out brands. There is no way he thought that up staring at his own “liquor cabinet.”
Well, since the one has gotten all better, maybe there’s a cure for bad taste in liquor.
Laptop, home.
Nope.
More likely, though, than the remission of an incurable, progressive neurological ailment. One requires a miracle and a special dispensation. The other…Oh.
Never mind.
Phone, train.