Greetings. It is a pleasure to connect with you online. Do you consider yourself to have been a good mother? I hope you don't mind my inquiry, but was your son ever diagnosed with any social or psychological issues? Did your son ever mistreat family pets or possess a collection of deceased insects? Was there a "killing jar" ? Do you feel any accountability for his actions? What circumstances led your son to select an avatar depicting a black man with a crack pipe in his mouth and feces on his face?Murdock'sMom » 21 Sep 2025, 8:16 pm » wrote: ↑ You make me sad that I allowed that line of nice black fellas to form at my bedroom door, Murdy-poo.![]()
One of those nice men was your father, and you are not doing him justice, using that nasty N-word!mg:
I didn't select that avatar, cockpuller placed it there and removed my ability to change it. I can prove it if I have to. He's a real juvenile little fifth grade bitch.*Roshambo » 22 Sep 2025, 3:12 pm » wrote: ↑ Greetings. It is a pleasure to connect with you online. Do you consider yourself to have been a good mother? I hope you don't mind my inquiry, but was your son ever diagnosed with any social or psychological issues? Did your son ever mistreat family pets or possess a collection of deceased insects? Was there a "killing jar" ? Do you feel any accountability for his actions? What circumstances led your son to select an avatar depicting a black man with a crack pipe in his mouth and feces on his face?
show them stretchmurdock » 22 Sep 2025, 3:17 pm » wrote: ↑ I didn't select that avatar, cockpuller placed it there and removed my ability to change it. I can prove it if I have to. He's a real juvenile little fifth grade bitch.
A real tough guy
Hey Mr queerly
My My stretchmurdock » 22 Sep 2025, 6:06 pm » wrote: ↑ Hey cockpuller, no holds barred? LMAO! Your mothers a whore and your daddies a bastard, you wouldn't be here if the rubber hadn't tore.
Hey, cockpuller:
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth.
You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a slug
than be seen with you. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You
are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest
contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to
stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared
richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into
this world.
An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned
by the puke-drooling, giggling beast who sired you and then killed
himself in recognition of what he had done. Your daddy was a bastard,
your mamma was a whore, and you wouldn't be here if the rubber hadn't
tore. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same
species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the
very thought of you.
You have all the appeal of a booger. Lepers avoid you. You are vile,
worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of
this earth. And did I mention you smell?
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive
its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to
fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame
of your ignoble blood.
May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite,
foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are
grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a
fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Sheep won't have sex with
you––only trash such as yourself.
You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important
statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What
fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted
tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat,
spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and
obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living
emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a
disease, you puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On
a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool.
You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality
of a used condom...
cont...
I believed with all my heart that conceiving a child through an anonymous negro donor was a great idea. I thought the strongest sperm would make the journey, so the longer the line of black fellas, the better.*Roshambo » 22 Sep 2025, 3:12 pm » wrote: ↑ Greetings. It is a pleasure to connect with you online. Do you consider yourself to have been a good mother? I hope you don't mind my inquiry, but was your son ever diagnosed with any social or psychological issues? Did your son ever mistreat family pets or possess a collection of deceased insects? Was there a "killing jar" ? Do you feel any accountability for his actions? What circumstances led your son to select an avatar depicting a black man with a crack pipe in his mouth and feces on his face?
Are you really my mom? If you are is it hot where you are?Murdock'sMom » 24 Sep 2025, 12:24 pm » wrote: ↑ I believed with all my heart that conceiving a child through an anonymous negro donor was a great idea. I thought the strongest sperm would make the journey, so the longer the line of black fellas, the better.
Even though I was booze dependent during the pregnancy, I cut way back on my drinking to give Murdy-poo a chance. I was drinking just enough to avoid DTs, because I felt DTs might harm the little bun in my oven. So, four shots of liquor was my daily limit, which I rarely surpassed.
I raised him in a dress until he was school age, because they were so much easier to get from churches and thrift stores. But as soon as my Murdy started school, I found him some jeans and even a few boy shirts to intersperse with his blouses and tank tops.
He had a lot of sexual issues at a young age - mainly diddling any of the few boys whose parents allowed them to come to our home.
I caught him talking another young man - a black fella - into something he referred to as "plating." It wasn't pretty, and it didn't smell good.
Do I feel any responsibility for what a sewer rat my son grew up to be? Frankly, no. I did everything I could to assure good genetics. I cut way back on my drinking. He always had clean dresses and blouses. I was a darned good mom, in my opinion. I have no idea why he turned out the way he did.
You should show your mom more respect.murdock » 24 Sep 2025, 1:04 pm » wrote: ↑ Are you really my mom? If you are is it hot where you are?
And mom, did you really sick *** dicks like they are saying, or did you just hold them in your mouth until the swelling goes down like uncle cockpuller showed you?
Hard to do considering all the evil things she did.Cannonpointer » 24 Sep 2025, 5:03 pm » wrote: ↑ You should show your mom more respect.
If YOU don't respect her, opthers won't.
Did she not keep you in clean dresses and skirts? She says yes.
Frankly, I find it hard to believe you.murdock » 22 Sep 2025, 3:17 pm » wrote: ↑ I didn't select that avatar, cockpuller placed it there and removed my ability to change it. I can prove it if I have to. He's a real juvenile little fifth grade bitch.
A real tough guy
Cannonpointer » 24 Sep 2025, 5:32 pm » wrote: ↑ Did she not keep you in clean dresses and skirts? She says yes.
I'm sorry to hear that. She seemed okay when she was posting just a few hours ago.murdock » 24 Sep 2025, 5:37 pm » wrote: ↑She's dead you lying piece of ****! Too bad you aren't!Cannonpointer » 24 Sep 2025, 5:32 pm » wrote: ↑ Did she not keep you in clean dresses and skirts? She says yes.