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GAIL CHORD SCHULER:
IN THE MIDDLE OF A CHIMPOUT AT POPEYE’S IN LOS ANGELES,
ANTICHRIST ANGELINA BALLERINA SHOWS UP
AND GOES OFF WITH JUDGE TERRY JENKINS & HUGH JACKMAN.
SHE ALSO HAS MATTHEW MCCONAUGHEY & GERARD BUTLER.
ANY SCIENTISTS WHO CAN ASSIST US CONTACT MY MEN AT GAILSMEN@YAHOO.COM
September 17, 2016
I recently had both the fortune and misfortune of attending Terrance Jenkins’ family reunion. What started as a happy occasion turned into complete chaos. So much has happened, it will take a mouthful to explain.
Since Matthew and Gerard have been gone, Terrance and Hugh Jackman have been doing a lot of bonding, mostly by playing basketball together at the church rec center. Terrance had an upcoming family reunion at the old Popeyes, the one formerly owned by his late Grandmama, and Hugh asked if he could come along. Hugh had been becoming more curious about black culture, and with all of us being on your marriage list, we’re kind of like family too. I asked if I could come as well, being that Hugh didn’t have much exposure to black people. Since my best friend, Levar Burton, was black, I thought I would make a good cultural translator for Hugh. Terrance gladly welcomed us both.
The three of us arrived together at the Popeyes. Wafts of crispy fried chicken and hot potato wedges permeated the air, their heavy oils wetting my face and making me salivate. The building and surrounding parking area was jammed with hundreds of black people, their voices excited and raucous as they laughed and conversed. The female family members serving up chicken from behind the counter had to be even louder than the crowd in order notify anyone of the fresh batches of food still coming out of the boiling hot deep fryers. Their shouts were high and assertive as they shoved out trays and pushed cups of purple drank (not to be confused with grape juice or kool aid) between tight clusters of busily conversing blacks. Outside, a few of the black men had their car windows rolled down, blaring bass boosted rap music that vibrated the ground and shook the windows.
I could see Hugh getting a little nervous. There was a sudden explosion of aggressive sounding yelling from across the room, followed by bombastic laughter, causing him to jump. I put my hand on his shoulder to reassure him, chuckling.
“It’s just a different culture Hugh, no need to be shy.”
A minimally dressed young black woman knocked into Hugh’s shoulder as she passed the two of us on the way to the women’s bathroom, and he turned to look. Like a train, two other women followed her in a line, followed by three black men, all of them smiling excitedly at one another. Hugh did a double take, then looked at me.
“Those men just followed those girls into the women’s restroom!” Hugh said quietly.
“Oh, yes,” I answered, “in black culture, public bathrooms are a very important social resource. It’s where young black men and women go when they’re ready to have a family and they meet a black person of the opposite sex.”
“You mean they’re going in there to get pregnant?” Hugh asked incredulously.
“YEAH, BRENT BE RIGHT,” Terrance chipped in, “MAKIN BABIES THE OLD FASHION WAY. AW YEAH, THAT BE MY LITTLE NIECES IN THERE, I AM SO HAPPY FOR THEM. QUANSHIEKA ALREADY GOT 8 OR 9 KIDS BACK AT HER MOMS HOUSE, AND I THINK LA’QUEEFA GOT 5…SHA’NAYNAY I THINK THIS BE HER FIRST ONE! HER MOMMA IN JAIL THO, SHE MIGHT HAVE TO DROP IT OFF WITH HER AUNT.”
“Huh? They don’t raise the babies?” Hugh asked.
“Oh, no!” I chuckled, “it’s tradition for black women to raise each other’s children. The responsibility usually falls upon the grandmother. The younger women have a hard time finding men to grow their families with if they have too many kids to look after.”
“What about the fathers?”
“Black men are genetically programmed to leave once the woman is pregnant. It’s how they diversify their gene pool.”
“Don’t they ever get married?”
“Very seldomly. Married black people are more common in regions of the US that don’t have as many public bathrooms. Take the west coast for example. Have you noticed how there are way fewer black people in Los Angeles California versus Orlando Florida? A few decades ago, California enacted statewide changes to limit their black population, which involved cutting the number of public bathrooms and making most public bathrooms require a key. If black people want to have babies, they have little choice but to get married. Otherwise, the odds are too slim of meeting someone new, who happens to be black, and also happens to be near any public bathrooms.”
“I gotcha now Brent…I didn’t meant to sound racist or ignorant,” Hugh apologized.
“That’s quite all right Hugh. You’re educating yourself, which is the right thing to do.”
Our conversation was interrupted by loud screaming. A hulking large black woman came jiggling over to Terrance, her arms outstretched.
“TERRYYYY!” She cried shrilly.
“QUEEFONDA!” Terrance exclaimed.
The buffalo sized woman threw her body aggressively around Terrance in a thick bear hug, her warm breasts embracing his face seemingly of their own accord.
Hugh startled with a loud roar, and instinctively shot his fist into the woman’s face to protect Terrance, who he thought was being smothered alive in this woman’s bosom.
The woman let out a yell of shock. Her already fat lips swelled up to twice their size, now taking up almost her whole face.
“OH MY GOODNESS!” Terrance exclaimed.
This quieted the rest of the Popeyes, as multiple heads turned to look toward the injured Queefonda.
“Auntie Queefonda, you aight bitch?” A young man worriedly yelled.
“Shit, dawg…” another young man moaned.
Voices from all over the room continued to chime in.
“Ay ay ay ay, stay back dawg, Auntie Queefonda’s face all blowed up, she don’t need your ashy nigga arms all up in her face!”
“Dat my Grandmama to me, nigga! Dat bitch raised my ass.”
“Who you callin’ nigga?”
The voices rose, the tension escalated, until all of a sudden the entire room imploded. The sea of black people seemingly diverged in on itself, as all of them began to riot inside the tiny Popeyes.
“HAY that be fresh chicken, don’t be getting your ashy nigger asses all in my chicken, we eatin’ dat!” A girl at the counter yelled. She then screamed, as her weave was torn from her head, and blacks began surging over the counter to begin throwing all of the food and destroying all of the equipment.
Tables were being turned over in the dining area, people were screaming and yelling. I had to duck as a chair was thrown and sent crashing through a glass window.
Hugh curled his fists and got to ready to fight. I calmly put my hand to his chest to stop him. “We’re all right Hugh…it’s just a chimpout.”
“A chimp out?”
“Yes, it’s a bit like a black people thunderstorm. It’s natural for them, it will pass soon. Just stay calm.”
I ducked again as a Gucci bag was flung toward my face. Terrance and I guided Hugh carefully through the raging chimpout, our shoes crunching on brightly colored fake nails beneath our feet. We watched from the sidelines as the Popeyes was being ravaged from the inside out.
Terrance sat down, finally beginning to eat from a bucket of fried chicken. He chuckled at the scene before him. “LOOK AT THEM COUPLE A SHEBOONS CLAWING OFF EACH OTHERS EXTENSIONS. OH MY GOODNESS.”
“Shouldn’t we call the cops?” Hugh asked.
“We can’t,” I said simply, “we’re on Martin Luther King Street, no cop is going to show up here. Especially if we tell them what’s going on.”
“What?” Hugh was confused.
I didn’t have time to explain. The doors opened, and a very white woman, dressed in all pink, tiptoed into the Popeyes.
OH MY GOODNESS!” Terrance yelled, standing up so fast he spilled the bucket of fried chicken all over his groin and pant legs. “NO WHITE WOMAN IN HER RIGHT MIND WOULD SHOW UP IN A CROWD OF BLACK MEN!”
“Especially in the middle of a Class 4 Chimpout!” I said.
The tiptoe woman began dancing, and then twirling herself all the way toward the middle of the Popeyes. That was when the winds changed. As if they all noticed her at the same time, all of the black men in the room began turning in unison toward the white woman to begin raping her.
Hugh stood up, and I planted my hand to his chest again.
“This is normal Hugh, don’t worry.”
But something about this black gang rape of a white woman in a Popeyes was not normal…I couldn’t put my finger on it.
That was when Terrance took off running toward the white woman.
“Terrance, no! Hugh, we need to stop him! Hugh! What are you doing?!”
Hugh had taken off with Terrance, both of the men now forcing their way through the frenzied crowd to rape this strange woman. That was when I realized — this woman was Angelina Ballerina!
I felt my penis become more erect than it had ever been in my entire life, so hard it ripped straight through the front of my pants. Before I could stop myself I began racing toward the crowd, consumed with the thought of raping her. To my anguish, I was met with a wall of impossibly strong black men. I pried and pulled, desperate to get between them, but they were rock solid. It reminded me of the time I got into a fight with a retard. “Black people have retard strength,” I thought to myself. Scientists later confirmed to me that black people are genetically far stronger than whites. Put simply, the selective breeding involved in designing them for hard labor as slaves had created the perfect assault and rape machines. As a white man, I was unable to join the gang rape without their permission. They were in their element, so to speak. This is probably what very likely saved my life.
In my aroused haze I wound up bumping into Queefonda, and, like an animal, threw myself on her from behind and began raping her! I couldn’t stop myself.
I “blacked out” for several minutes, ravaging this poor ebony woman beyond my control. When I “came to”, Angelina was already making her way out of the Popeyes. Terrance and Hugh were holding her hand from either side, while Angelina skipped along between them in satisfaction, disappearing with both of them back to her ship.
I politely picked up Queefonda’s weave, which had fallen off while I was raping her, then courteously apologized.
“Don’t you worry shugga,” Queefonda replied sweetly, understanding, “dis fin to happen. Don’t you worry your little white heart, I barely felt it anyway hunny.”
I was grateful that I hadn’t hurt Queefonda, but I was still very much ashamed. Hanging my head, I hurriedly took my leave from the Popeyes.
I am disheartened to report that Angelina Ballerina has now captured Terrance Jenkins and Hugh Jackman, and that I myself barely escaped. This woman is dangerous, and she is after all the men. I refuse to become the next victim. We must fight her, and we must defeat her.
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I have made Zack Knight and his wife Rule 13 no. 3 on my marriage list. When we make brain to brain loving, it’s a three-way, though sometimes Zack and I go solo.
Right now Angelina Ballerina has no. 4 Matthew McConaughey, no. 5 Gerard Butler, no. 6 Hugh Jackman and no. 7 Terrance Jenkins.
GAIL’S MARRIAGE LIST (TOP SEVEN):
1. Jesus Christ and Brent Spiner (at Church of Gail)
2. Vladimir Putin (at Church of Gail)
3. Zack Knight and Rule 13 (at Church of Gail)
4. Matthew McConaughey (with Angelina on her powerful pink spaceship using GA1L Android technology)
5. Gerard Butler (with Angelina on her pink spaceship)
6. Hugh Jackman (with Angelina on her pink spaceship)
7. Terrance Jenkins (with Angelina on her pink spaceship)
Angelina has 4 of my top 7 and she must not get anymore! I find it interesting that she does not have the top three. I sense some divine providence here, but she got very close to getting both Vladimir Putin and Brent Spiner. So, it’s just pure “luck” that she doesn’t have them. When Angelina got close to Church of Gail and Vladimir Putin was at the helm, Vladimir was piloting the ship to go straight to Angelina, because he fell under her spell, and Brent had to shoot Vladimir to stop him. When Brent, Terrance and Hugh were at a chimpout to honor Terrance Jenkins’s family reunion in L.A., the only reason Angelina didn’t get Brent was because the stronger men got to her first and Brent couldn’t get to her. Angelina then went away with both Terrance and Hugh and left Brent behind, who we were able to transport to Church of Gail from a space pod.
Pray that we defeat this very evil woman. Jesus Christ told us Angelina is 1,000 times more evil than Zack Knight was when he was the Antichrist! When I asked Jesus if Angelina would be the Antichrist, he pleaded the fifth. She is currently the Antichrist. Those of you who are Bible scholars may say this is impossible because she’s a woman, but Satan has the power to make her a man. She could very well turn into a transgender man. Satan wants her to be a woman right now, so she can have the babies of all the men on my marriage list, which she has stated is one of her goals. As the Antichrist, she cannot be killed, because Jesus needs to keep the Antichrist alive to fulfill Biblical prophecy. If she will indeed be the Antichrist, she will become a transgender man and will be vanquished at the final battle, called the Battle of Armegeddon (Revelation 14:14-20; Revelation 19:11-21). This may explain why the Bible insinuates that the Antichrist will be a homosexual (Daniel 11:37). Note of interest: Zack Knight told me that he had (has) the powers to even make a man pregnant. If Zack Knight has these powers, then perhaps Angelina as a transgender man could also become pregnant. It is certain her babies will be very evil. We have to “contain” this woman so that she can’t operate, like when we had Zack Knight inside his semen bubble. We only freed him because he accepted Jesus.
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