I could care less how much that banner costs you. Address the scoc ... Until then DO NOT BUY FROM VALKYRIE- or desperate for a sale karl
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This guy has a bad history of scamming people and if he had a vet run the gear, all he would have to do is swap the gear out for something good for that individual. No one wants to trust this guy because he has betrayed that trust in the past and begun with lies here. If you want to inject something in to your body from someone like this, go ahead...What's the big deal? Have a Vet run the Gear and get bloods through out and problem solved.
Huh what are you talking about? Prove it lmao? I don't talk on this forum rarely.
Homeboy... Calm down, @Boilermech was talking to Valkeyrie, not youNext anyone else want to yell at a newb to Meso?
If you you're not joking you need to take a step back and do some research on this site for a couple months. But if you like getting ripped off, infections or law enforcement knocking on your door please continue with your unguided search through the landmines of sketchy UGLsSo you go buy a debit viisa card? Easy as MP, Vanilla right?
Yes, its just strange that he accepts Visa for illegal goods over the internet. Raises flags... It means he has a merchant ID, which also means that he likely keeps many records for the purposes of ensuring no charge backs, like a lot of businesses. Now although you can register your card under a fake name and address, I can guaran-fuckin-tee it that he keeps these records linked for his purposes.So you go buy a debit viisa card? Easy as MP, Vanilla right?
Not sure how or where to start? Ok, a couple of us have been wondering if you speak to people in your day to day life with the way you do online? You know, with the dramatic inflection and all. I picture you rehearsing your lines for Hamlet and while typing your posts making silly faces and maybe even wearing a cape or something. You sound like a cape kind of guy. Maybe you think it will help express and make others believe your belief that you must be important. I can play along.
I knew this character for a time back in 2005 or 06. You remind me of him when i read your posts. His name was ken. He came from a family with some means. He at one time served on the City Council and rather enjoyed the idea that the welfare of the people and the decisions that needed to be made in regards to them were to be discussed at a monthly meeting every month that he would be a part of.
I could see him having lots of fun walking in the room with a look on his face that was of determination that there were issues and decisions to be made and though he had been making huge decisions all day long and was a little annoyed with the time of day and the parking spot he just pulled into, he was needed to help the people decide the course of action it should take and would do his duty.
His best days were behind him when our paths crossed but could tell right away I would enjoy his company when they did. There was one instance I recall when I was working for a fella that was the boyfriend of kens best friend and Ken had come up to the Desert with the guy as his guest and was going to be staying for a time yet to be determined and would enjoy the perks that go along with being the best friend of the guy fancied and brought into the fold during in the waning years of a large scale narcotics distribution operation.
Things had changed for ken and in a matter of about 6 weeks he had gone from being able to eat drink and spend as he pleased because he was who he was. Unfortunately, the cash cow that he had been living off of had taken ill and was now in a coma with menengitis. With Ivan not being able to ensure his position in this thing and it looking as if my boss was going to be moving on to the next guy ken was very nervous. His happiness and habit was out of his control.
Back to the point in time....Ken was try to make himself useful to the man who didn't care for or hire as he felt himself being thrown out of all the fun. I thought he was a funny fucker. I had a delivery to make ken and asked(begged) me to ask Mike if I could have ken drive me to the Dr's home to make a drop. I listed the positive things brought to the table. He was a white male homosexual in his late 50's. He was the owner of a new Cadillac Seville that had a conservative feel that only a cadillac with a driver like can could produce. Ken made me laugh and most importantly ken would be away for a few hours away from mike. That did it. Ken was so thrilled to be on a mission sponsored by the man who was soon going to dismiss him and within 3 mos of being cast out would be laid to rest.(Dirt nap)
But not tonight. Tonight the air was full of danger and and he and i were ready for anything that came along with dropping off a pack of feel good to a wealthy physician that had pre paid by bank wire? Just had to hit and run.
With all the initial excitement ken had forgotten to feed the thirsty NorthStar V8 and we found ourselves on a stretch of road in the middle of the desert completely out of gas, approaching midnight, and with an amount of drugs that needed to be kept safe and away from the law.
Poor ken. His first big chance and complete chaos and panic ensues. I ask ken if he has a can of gas. He turns to me and I can see the twisted look of fear and addiction manifesting themselves as a wide open stream of tears and snot.
No gas can. I do my best. I tell him to put the drugs out of his mind. We're 2 old friends on our way to a friends home after an evening of dinner and bridge. His expression when trying to relax helps nothing.
He remembers he has Onstar and roadside assistance!! Saved! The final push that had sealed the deal to buy the cadillac was the safety and confidence the system gave ken and his elderly mother who was happy that he would be saved if needed by the real mean behind the onstar brand.
Ken had never bothered to prepare for disaster beyond having the vessel to it at his finger tips. What followed was the most pathetic clash of advanced technology with a man who couldn't figure out how to work the simple feature that helped the GM bailout. He turned into a retarded man without coordination or the ability to urinate without assistance.
He pushes the button with a little to much force than necessary to be certain in tripped what it had to in order to signal for help. He lets off the button and waits. He utters at a volume that caused me to jump in my seat.."Hello? Hello?" Nothing. I can see the wheels moving...maybe he has to hold the button and then cry out for help? He gives it a go. Nothing. Again and again. I try and speak calmly but he's sobbing. I can see the regret at coming with ivan and leaving mother. He doesn't belong where he is. He's better than this. What led him to be in a car with a man delivering narcotics while the good friend that invited him lay near death.
I tell him to get out of the car and pretend to be me. I would become ken and as ken would be the one responsible in dealing with the blasted onstar operator(if she existed) as well a
Trust me we are doing new members a favor by burying this thread with useless banter.that was not a very flattering comparison to your friend Ken. But a fascinating story. I probably strike most people I run into as odd, but in my defense i am in grad school (science major) and so most everything i write is fairly well edited . I do believe in speaking clearly, however I do not believe in capes.
considering your thorough character analysis and storytelling abilities,I suspect that you yourself have a "flair" for drama
p.s. it feels inappropriate to be driving this conversation so far off topic. maybe we Should stick to talking about valkyrie pharmaceuticals?
