It's over

 

BOOM

IT'S OVER

so folks, you all know i got better things to do then owning furries over and over and over and over again.

Just yesterday i was at a party, the party was hosted for me, by really cool people. One my friends gave me this really sweet bike.

At 3 am i decided enough is enough, time to leave.

So get this, i got on my bike and I got harassed by a cop while I was riding my bike. It was 3:10 in the morning and I started to notice that a car was following me. I turned around and saw a cop in a car with his lights off, creeping up behind me. Great strategy dumbass. Cops must think that turning their headlights off renders their vehicle invisible, because the cop obviously thought he was the shit as he drove around like he was Batman or something. Too bad there's engine noise that can be heard 40 yards away, otherwise the big, bulky Dodge Intrepid would have gone by completely undetected. Or at least that's what the cop would have you believing.

He continued following me about half way down the road, when he suddenly drove past me, cut me off and turned his headlights on. I damn near shit my pants when I saw those headlights come on because I didn't see him driving for half a mile behind me. Oh wait. So anyway, officer Dipshit steps out of his car, adjusting his belt as he walks over to me. I stopped my bike and he said "Kind'a late to be out ridin' yer bike, don't ya think?" with a smirk on his face.

I told him "No, in fact, this is the first time I drive my bike on this road." He said "yeah... that's a reaaal nice bike you got there... shocks, brakes, good tires.. but it doesn't look like it fits you. We've been having a lot of these bikes turn up stolen lately..." I waited for him to finish incriminating me with his razor sharp detective skills, then I told him that I purchased the bike two weeks ago. Regardless, he wanted my name and address. I told him that I didn't have any ID on me, because I usually don't carry my wallet around when I go bike riding. He said "That's okay, I trust you...." as he leered at me through the corner of his eyes.

Now it just so happens that the road I was riding my bike on was one of the most heavily lit roads in the county. Maybe it's just me, but if I were a cop, I'd assume that someone riding a bike on such a heavily lit road wouldn't be riding a stolen bike because of the inherent risk of being caught on a road so well lit and monitored. But that's just me.

If it wasn't already late and I wasn't so tired, I would have played with his mind a little. Here's the reasoning that I was going to use: first, let's assume that I did indeed steal the bike. If I have, then that would imply one of two things: that I'm either really smart, or really stupid. If I'm really stupid, then I picked the wrong road to ride my stolen bike on because it's so heavily lit. On the other hand, if I'm really smart, then I chose the right road to ride my stolen bike on because I'd be anticipating the cop pulling me over, in which case I'd tell him this outrageous story to get out of trouble. Since we're assuming that I've stolen the bike and that I'm obviously not stupid because I've taken into consideration the risk of being caught on a heavily lit road, then it implies that I must be smart, or at least smart enough to make up this story to get out of stealing a bike. So if that's the case, and I am indeed smart enough to make all of this up, then wouldn't I be smart enough to know better than to steal a bike in the first place?

I know the cop was just doing his job and it's probably good to be cautious, but caution shouldn't displace common sense. This cop, as with most of the cops in the city I live in, was a dumbass with nothing better to do. What really pisses me off is that every time there's a horrendous crime comitted in the community, all you hear is bitching and moaning from the police force about how under-staffed they are; but the second you start jay walking, you'll have cops all over you like ugly on Whoopi Goldberg.

Like I don't have anything better to do than to go around and steal bikes all night. Not only do I steal the bikes, but I figure that I'll get a little exercise in while I'm at it. College is more expensive than I thought and stealing bikes can afford me a little extra spending money for the end of the month. Smooth thinking officer dipshit. I probably make more money than this jackass too. Like I couldn't afford to buy a damn bike. Dipshit.

Anyway, i got home and new notification. The raging degenerate autistic furry imposter at it AGAIN

Oh boy here we go again...

Strapped in? Let's go through the latest diarrhea spirals

This one is gonna be a short one folks, i have already outlined how i owned the furry previously here and here and folks get this, looks like i owned him SO BADLY he is hiding in SHAME

Here's what happened:

1)  The furry GAVE UP on the name "Schnu Schu" (both on blogpost AND Steam)

2)  The furry DESPERATELY tried to copy the best blog in the universe with this FAILED "spoof" blog

3) The Furry Created a NEW blogspot trying emulate the best blog in the universe, only highlighting his tendencies to be a copycat and giving in to his imposter syndrome.

4) INCREASED consumption of League of Maidens

5) The ENTIRE internet laughing at him

AHAHAHAHAH

Now folks.

I got a LOT of dirt on the imposter regarding his Discord adventures. In fact he EXPOSED himself on one of his latest blog, but at this point i dont believe i have to do anything.

The name Schnu Schnu is restored to its TRUE and HONEST creator. MR Schnu Schnu AKA Cohen.

I have won

It's over

IMPOSTER STATUS:

OWNED INTO INFINITY AND BEYOND