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Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Big Box has Perigee.



You asked for it. I come searching with arms down, gentlemen. You asked for it. This is it. I’m the golden fleece. I wasn’t messing around. Let me know your particulars and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you Mars, Jupiter, whatever you want. This is the Golden Fleece you’ve been asking for.
Give me a break. I’m ready. Give me a break.
I’ll give you what you want. They’ve given me permission. Just do it. Just fucking sign on the dotted line already. I’m so tired of this shit.
Give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.
In good faith.
I promise.
Names, dates, locations: whatever you want. I’ll do it. This is my job application.
Give it to me now or else I’ll go somewhere else.
I don’t wanna do that. I wanna give it to you.
Even though you don’t wanna give it to me.
I can give you the bad faith actors, the bad apples in the bunch.
I can give you names, dates, whatever you want.
This is a set up no more. I’m the real deal.
You’re not.
Be gentle with me, it’s my first time.
Amen. 
#LetsGoShopping 

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