Serbia, It Is Time To Play

I got to Old Chicago last night and found myself following things that I could not see. I complimented the manager with a thought from his mind actually. It was funny and sweet. Maybe he now knows that I have a destiny. I believe that he is Akido dojo show. I then found a man who was from Bosnia. We talked for a while and then I missed the last bus. He was SO KIND to give me a ride and an intellectual rosary. I believe he has general ability since the age of 13. I did mention Milosavich and he let me know that THAT Serbian general is long since dead. Well guy, I think that he is still in THE HAGUE, quietly, awaiting YOUR destiny. The general you seek is a Serbian national who has a third floor shop in The Mall of America that sells bling bling Insane Clown Posse hats (butt naked with an ax). He takes it out on his wife and kids at this time. He VERBALIZED to me that he was Serbian and general. Go get him TIGER. He speaks just fine. Thanks again for the transport. I had to finish the job LAST NIGHT with Latino nation. This Tiajuana, Mexico, FEDERALI has taken back all my MS13 credentials and can get in and out withing 45 minutes. Maybe feeling like a loser meant that I was the biggest winner of all.