Not sure if serious . . . but let's start with the fact that he had his ass at HER parents' house.
They're currently separated . . . as in, living apart.
What the hell was he over there for?
This might sound familiar . . . HE WAS CLEARLY THE AGGRESSOR!
She had sex with a black guy wearing a hoodie and eating skittles. Zimmerman found her smoking pot and demanded to know why she was doing such thuggish things. This is when Ms. Zimmerman broke down and told her husband about her infidelity to a black man named Martin Trevon. Upon hearing this Zimmerman could only think of the piercing roar by the savage Travyon Martin and his declaration of it "starting" before Zimmerman could end the beast's reign over man. Had it come true? What this what Travyon Martin had foretold?
Zimmerman didn't have much time on his hands. He knew the only way to save both the white establishment and his wife was to bring out The Colt, and banish Travyon's spirit from this mortal world forever, George had only destroyed Trayvon's vessel but his spirit had infected thousands. He knew what he had to do but he did not relish in the thought of putting his own wife down. Ms. Zimmerman continued her story about how she felt her body being taken over by a benevolent spirit and wrapped her arms around George, her tears streaming onto his shoulders. George placed one hand around her and held her closely. "I know it's not your fault" he said as tears became to roll down his own face.
In his other hand he held the gun that was to purge the spirit out of Ms. Zimmerman. She tensed up, the Travyon demon seed that was now in her knew what George was trying to do and pushed away from him. "You will NOT take this vessel from me Geroge!" the demon spoke from Ms. Zimmerman, and she bolted out the room. George began to give chase only to feel a throbbing from the back of his head, he placed his hand where the throbbing was coming from and felt a warm liquid; it was blood. His old wound had reopened, "It truly is him" George muttered.
He only had the weight and grown out hair for the trial. Considering how fast he gained and lost both, it's pretty obvious that it was to play up the softie on the defense angle. Considering some of the juror remarks after, it worked perfectly.So he gained weight to appear more sympathetic lol?
Is this true?
Not sure if serious . . . but let's start with the fact that he had his ass at HER parents' house.
They're currently separated . . . as in, living apart.
What the hell was he over there for?
This might sound familiar . . . HE WAS CLEARLY THE AGGRESSOR!
She had sex with a black guy wearing a hoodie and eating skittles. Zimmerman found her smoking pot and demanded to know why she was doing such thuggish things. This is when Ms. Zimmerman broke down and told her husband about her infidelity to a black man named Martin Trevon. Upon hearing this Zimmerman could only think of the piercing roar by the savage Travyon Martin and his declaration of it "starting" before Zimmerman could end the beast's reign over man. Had it come true? What this what Travyon Martin had foretold?
Zimmerman didn't have much time on his hands. He knew the only way to save both the white establishment and his wife was to bring out The Colt, and banish Travyon's spirit from this mortal world forever, George had only destroyed Trayvon's vessel but his spirit had infected thousands. He knew what he had to do but he did not relish in the thought of putting his own wife down. Ms. Zimmerman continued her story about how she felt her body being taken over by a benevolent spirit and wrapped her arms around George, her tears streaming onto his shoulders. George placed one hand around her and held her closely. "I know it's not your fault" he said as tears became to roll down his own face.
In his other hand he held the gun that was to purge the spirit out of Ms. Zimmerman. She tensed up, the Travyon demon seed that was now in her knew what George was trying to do and pushed away from him. "You will NOT take this vessel from me Geroge!" the demon spoke from Ms. Zimmerman, and she bolted out the room. George began to give chase only to feel a throbbing from the back of his head, he placed his hand where the throbbing was coming from and felt a warm liquid; it was blood. His old wound had reopened, "It truly is him" George muttered.
....slowclap.gifShe had sex with a black guy wearing a hoodie and eating skittles. Zimmerman found her smoking pot and demanded to know why she was doing such thuggish things. This is when Ms. Zimmerman broke down and told her husband about her infidelity to a black man named Martin Trevon. Upon hearing this Zimmerman could only think of the piercing roar by the savage Travyon Martin and his declaration of it "starting" before Zimmerman could end the beast's reign over man. Had it come true? What this what Travyon Martin had foretold?
Zimmerman didn't have much time on his hands. He knew the only way to save both the white establishment and his wife was to bring out The Colt, and banish Travyon's spirit from this mortal world forever, George had only destroyed Trayvon's vessel but his spirit had infected thousands. He knew what he had to do but he did not relish in the thought of putting his own wife down. Ms. Zimmerman continued her story about how she felt her body being taken over by a benevolent spirit and wrapped her arms around George, her tears streaming onto his shoulders. George placed one hand around her and held her closely. "I know it's not your fault" he said as tears became to roll down his own face.
In his other hand he held the gun that was to purge the spirit out of Ms. Zimmerman. She tensed up, the Travyon demon seed that was now in her knew what George was trying to do and pushed away from him. "You will NOT take this vessel from me Geroge!" the demon spoke from Ms. Zimmerman, and she bolted out the room. George began to give chase only to feel a throbbing from the back of his head, he placed his hand where the throbbing was coming from and felt a warm liquid; it was blood. His old wound had reopened, "It truly is him" George muttered.
Better question is... why does this knucklehead think carrying a gun over to your separated wife's parent's house is a good idea?
She had sex with a black guy wearing a hoodie and eating skittles. Zimmerman found her smoking pot and demanded to know why she was doing such thuggish things. This is when Ms. Zimmerman broke down and told her husband about her infidelity to a black man named Martin Trevon. Upon hearing this Zimmerman could only think of the piercing roar by the savage Travyon Martin and his declaration of it "starting" before Zimmerman could end the beast's reign over man. Had it come true? What this what Travyon Martin had foretold?
Zimmerman didn't have much time on his hands. He knew the only way to save both the white establishment and his wife was to bring out The Colt, and banish Travyon's spirit from this mortal world forever, George had only destroyed Trayvon's vessel but his spirit had infected thousands. He knew what he had to do but he did not relish in the thought of putting his own wife down. Ms. Zimmerman continued her story about how she felt her body being taken over by a benevolent spirit and wrapped her arms around George, her tears streaming onto his shoulders. George placed one hand around her and held her closely. "I know it's not your fault" he said as tears became to roll down his own face.
In his other hand he held the gun that was to purge the spirit out of Ms. Zimmerman. She tensed up, the Travyon demon seed that was now in her knew what George was trying to do and pushed away from him. "You will NOT take this vessel from me Geroge!" the demon spoke from Ms. Zimmerman, and she bolted out the room. George began to give chase only to feel a throbbing from the back of his head, he placed his hand where the throbbing was coming from and felt a warm liquid; it was blood. His old wound had reopened, "It truly is him" George muttered.
Like I said.MrSerialX a minute ago
And the new distraction to take the attention off ANOTHER Obama scandal has arrived.
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She had sex with a black guy wearing a hoodie and eating skittles. Zimmerman found her smoking pot and demanded to know why she was doing such thuggish things. This is when Ms. Zimmerman broke down and told her husband about her infidelity to a black man named Martin Trevon. Upon hearing this Zimmerman could only think of the piercing roar by the savage Travyon Martin and his declaration of it "starting" before Zimmerman could end the beast's reign over man. Had it come true? What this what Travyon Martin had foretold?
Zimmerman didn't have much time on his hands. He knew the only way to save both the white establishment and his wife was to bring out The Colt, and banish Travyon's spirit from this mortal world forever, George had only destroyed Trayvon's vessel but his spirit had infected thousands. He knew what he had to do but he did not relish in the thought of putting his own wife down. Ms. Zimmerman continued her story about how she felt her body being taken over by a benevolent spirit and wrapped her arms around George, her tears streaming onto his shoulders. George placed one hand around her and held her closely. "I know it's not your fault" he said as tears became to roll down his own face.
In his other hand he held the gun that was to purge the spirit out of Ms. Zimmerman. She tensed up, the Travyon demon seed that was now in her knew what George was trying to do and pushed away from him. "You will NOT take this vessel from me Geroge!" the demon spoke from Ms. Zimmerman, and she bolted out the room. George began to give chase only to feel a throbbing from the back of his head, he placed his hand where the throbbing was coming from and felt a warm liquid; it was blood. His old wound had reopened, "It truly is him" George muttered.
She had sex with a black guy wearing a hoodie and eating skittles. Zimmerman found her smoking pot and demanded to know why she was doing such thuggish things. This is when Ms. Zimmerman broke down and told her husband about her infidelity to a black man named Martin Trevon. Upon hearing this Zimmerman could only think of the piercing roar by the savage Travyon Martin and his declaration of it "starting" before Zimmerman could end the beast's reign over man. Had it come true? What this what Travyon Martin had foretold?
Zimmerman didn't have much time on his hands. He knew the only way to save both the white establishment and his wife was to bring out The Colt, and banish Travyon's spirit from this mortal world forever, George had only destroyed Trayvon's vessel but his spirit had infected thousands. He knew what he had to do but he did not relish in the thought of putting his own wife down. Ms. Zimmerman continued her story about how she felt her body being taken over by a benevolent spirit and wrapped her arms around George, her tears streaming onto his shoulders. George placed one hand around her and held her closely. "I know it's not your fault" he said as tears became to roll down his own face.
In his other hand he held the gun that was to purge the spirit out of Ms. Zimmerman. She tensed up, the Travyon demon seed that was now in her knew what George was trying to do and pushed away from him. "You will NOT take this vessel from me Geroge!" the demon spoke from Ms. Zimmerman, and she bolted out the room. George began to give chase only to feel a throbbing from the back of his head, he placed his hand where the throbbing was coming from and felt a warm liquid; it was blood. His old wound had reopened, "It truly is him" George muttered.
George began to give chase only to feel a throbbing from the back of his head, he placed his hand where the throbbing was coming from and felt a warm liquid; it was blood. His old wound had reopened, "It truly is him" George muttered.
Lmaodeep within the dungeons of the white house, o'bama's light skinned palms wrapped around the black seeing stone. his hands tensed as he felt a strange energy.
he opened his dull, bloodshot eyes, and his lips curled back in a nubian smirk. purple smoke of the holy weed issued forth.
"he rises"
deep within the dungeons of the white house, o'bama's light skinned palms wrapped around the black seeing stone. his hands tensed as he felt a strange energy.
he opened his dull, bloodshot eyes, and his lips curled back in a nubian smirk. purple smoke of the holy weed issued forth.
"he rises"
operation caliphate rises from the ashes...
She had sex with a black guy wearing a hoodie and eating skittles. Zimmerman found her smoking pot and demanded to know why she was doing such thuggish things. This is when Ms. Zimmerman broke down and told her husband about her infidelity to a black man named Martin Trevon. Upon hearing this Zimmerman could only think of the piercing roar by the savage Travyon Martin and his declaration of it "starting" before Zimmerman could end the beast's reign over man. Had it come true? What this what Travyon Martin had foretold?
Zimmerman didn't have much time on his hands. He knew the only way to save both the white establishment and his wife was to bring out The Colt, and banish Travyon's spirit from this mortal world forever, George had only destroyed Trayvon's vessel but his spirit had infected thousands. He knew what he had to do but he did not relish in the thought of putting his own wife down. Ms. Zimmerman continued her story about how she felt her body being taken over by a benevolent spirit and wrapped her arms around George, her tears streaming onto his shoulders. George placed one hand around her and held her closely. "I know it's not your fault" he said as tears became to roll down his own face.
In his other hand he held the gun that was to purge the spirit out of Ms. Zimmerman. She tensed up, the Travyon demon seed that was now in her knew what George was trying to do and pushed away from him. "You will NOT take this vessel from me Geroge!" the demon spoke from Ms. Zimmerman, and she bolted out the room. George began to give chase only to feel a throbbing from the back of his head, he placed his hand where the throbbing was coming from and felt a warm liquid; it was blood. His old wound had reopened, "It truly is him" George muttered.
Police: George Zimmerman hasn't been arrested; officers at house trying to determine what happened - @AP
LAKE MARY, Fla. (AP) George Zimmerman's estranged wife called police officers to her father's house in Florida Monday, saying the former neighborhood watch volunteer who was acquitted of murder threatened her with a gun.
Shellie Zimmerman called police shortly after 2 p.m. Monday, said Lake Mary Police Chief Steve Bracknell.
Zimmerman hasn't been arrested and officers were at the house trying to determine what happened, Bracknell said.
"We've only heard one side of the story so far," Bracknell said.
It's been made quite clear that he carries a gun at all times.Better question is... why does this knucklehead think carrying a gun over to your separated wife's parent's house is a good idea?
She had sex with a black guy wearing a hoodie and eating skittles. Zimmerman found her smoking pot and demanded to know why she was doing such thuggish things. This is when Ms. Zimmerman broke down and told her husband about her infidelity to a black man named Martin Trevon. Upon hearing this Zimmerman could only think of the piercing roar by the savage Travyon Martin and his declaration of it "starting" before Zimmerman could end the beast's reign over man. Had it come true? What this what Travyon Martin had foretold?
Zimmerman didn't have much time on his hands. He knew the only way to save both the white establishment and his wife was to bring out The Colt, and banish Travyon's spirit from this mortal world forever, George had only destroyed Trayvon's vessel but his spirit had infected thousands. He knew what he had to do but he did not relish in the thought of putting his own wife down. Ms. Zimmerman continued her story about how she felt her body being taken over by a benevolent spirit and wrapped her arms around George, her tears streaming onto his shoulders. George placed one hand around her and held her closely. "I know it's not your fault" he said as tears became to roll down his own face.
In his other hand he held the gun that was to purge the spirit out of Ms. Zimmerman. She tensed up, the Travyon demon seed that was now in her knew what George was trying to do and pushed away from him. "You will NOT take this vessel from me Geroge!" the demon spoke from Ms. Zimmerman, and she bolted out the room. George began to give chase only to feel a throbbing from the back of his head, he placed his hand where the throbbing was coming from and felt a warm liquid; it was blood. His old wound had reopened, "It truly is him" George muttered.
Devil's advocate for a sec...you celebrated when he was declared innocent, didn't you?
I feel like this is a better time than any for you to post your excellent prequel.
After being beaten to the ground by Towering Black Football Player Trayvon Martin, Zimmerman reluctantly pulls the trigger in self-defense. Martin falls back and lets loose a mighty African laugh. "So it begins!" he cries (translated from thug language).
The transponder on his wrist contacts the White House, where Operation Caliphate sits waiting.
"Your majesty," cries an aide (likely homosexual), "Agent Martin, codenamed Fire of Allah, has completed his mission!"
Imam Hussein Obama clasps his hands and smirks, a "jazz cigarette" in his mouth. "And now the honkies will pay."
From Breaking News on Twitter, citing AP:
http://bigstory.ap.org/article/fla-police-called-george-zimmerman
Not sure if serious . . . but let's start with the fact that he had his ass at HER parents' house.
They're currently separated . . . as in, living apart.
What the hell was he over there for?
This might sound familiar . . . HE WAS CLEARLY THE AGGRESSOR!
When at the dinner table, does this guy scoop his peas with the barrel of a Ruger SR1911?
From Breaking News on Twitter, citing AP:
http://bigstory.ap.org/article/fla-police-called-george-zimmerman
well, its good that they can you know, hear both sides of the story this time."We've only heard one side of the story so far,"
well, its good that they can you know, hear both sides of the story this time.
She had sex with a black guy wearing a hoodie and eating skittles. Zimmerman found her smoking pot and demanded to know why she was doing such thuggish things. This is when Ms. Zimmerman broke down and told her husband about her infidelity to a black man named Martin Trevon. Upon hearing this Zimmerman could only think of the piercing roar by the savage Travyon Martin and his declaration of it "starting" before Zimmerman could end the beast's reign over man. Had it come true? What this what Travyon Martin had foretold?
Zimmerman didn't have much time on his hands. He knew the only way to save both the white establishment and his wife was to bring out The Colt, and banish Travyon's spirit from this mortal world forever, George had only destroyed Trayvon's vessel but his spirit had infected thousands. He knew what he had to do but he did not relish in the thought of putting his own wife down. Ms. Zimmerman continued her story about how she felt her body being taken over by a benevolent spirit and wrapped her arms around George, her tears streaming onto his shoulders. George placed one hand around her and held her closely. "I know it's not your fault" he said as tears became to roll down his own face.
In his other hand he held the gun that was to purge the spirit out of Ms. Zimmerman. She tensed up, the Travyon demon seed that was now in her knew what George was trying to do and pushed away from him. "You will NOT take this vessel from me Geroge!" the demon spoke from Ms. Zimmerman, and she bolted out the room. George began to give chase only to feel a throbbing from the back of his head, he placed his hand where the throbbing was coming from and felt a warm liquid; it was blood. His old wound had reopened, "It truly is him" George muttered.
Zimmerman pulled a knife on [Shellie] today after she discovered a firearm in the house they shared. He then pulled a gun on his wife and her father after a verbal altercation.
How long would this guy survive if he was to go to prison at this point?
Shellie's version of events:
deep within the dungeons of the white house, o'bama's light skinned palms wrapped around the black seeing stone. his hands tensed as he felt a strange energy.
he opened his dull, bloodshot eyes, and his lips curled back in a nubian smirk. purple smoke of the holy weed issued forth.
"he rises"