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7/23/2025, 5:37:38 PM
>>511141257
Lemme tell you somethin’, cocksucka. You think Bryan Kohberger just woke up one day, said “Hey, lemme go kill four fuckin’ kids,” and went on a murder spree like it’s fuckin’ Grand Theft Auto? You outta your fuckin’ mind. That kid was chewin’ glass since birth, alright? Walkin’ around like a ghost with a GED and a dream, studyin’ criminology like a fuckin’ monk in a prison cell. He was alone, dog. Like me in ’88, stuck in fuckin’ Boulder, Colorado, snortin’ coke outta a folded dollar and thinkin’ about my mother’s meatballs.
Now listen, I ain’t sayin’ he’s fuckin’ innocent. I ain’t that fuckin’ stupid. But lemme tell you what—this whole thing? Smells like a setup. Smells like a fuckin’ Netflix pitch. His DNA on the knife sheath? What the fuck is that, rookie hour? You ever seen a dude that smart—PhD smart—leave his own goddamn DNA behind like it’s a fuckin’ gift basket? Come on, bro. That’s not real life, that’s a Law & Order cold open.
And don’t even get me started on the phone pings. Oh, he turned his phone off during the murders, that’s suspicious! Get the fuck outta here! I turn my phone off when I go take a shit in peace. Maybe the kid wanted quiet time! Maybe he was stressin’ about a thesis or some bitch ghostin’ him on Bumble. You ever thought of that?
And the media? They got him painted like he’s some villain outta Gotham. Oooooh, he was quiet. Ooooh, he wore gloves to take out the trash. SO FUCKIN’ WHAT? I knew a guy named Louie Fingers who wore gloves all year long, and the worst thing he ever did was rob a Kmart in ’91 with a can of mace and a dream.
Now look, maybe Bryan’s got demons. We all do, motherfucker. But you can’t tell me with a straight face this thing wasn’t a rush job. No confession. No motive. No blood on his clothes. No murder weapon. Just vibes and Reddit threads. And now the kid’s doin’ four life sentences with no fuckin’ appeal, and everyone’s clappin’ like seals at SeaWorld. Get the fuck outta here, bro.
Lemme tell you somethin’, cocksucka. You think Bryan Kohberger just woke up one day, said “Hey, lemme go kill four fuckin’ kids,” and went on a murder spree like it’s fuckin’ Grand Theft Auto? You outta your fuckin’ mind. That kid was chewin’ glass since birth, alright? Walkin’ around like a ghost with a GED and a dream, studyin’ criminology like a fuckin’ monk in a prison cell. He was alone, dog. Like me in ’88, stuck in fuckin’ Boulder, Colorado, snortin’ coke outta a folded dollar and thinkin’ about my mother’s meatballs.
Now listen, I ain’t sayin’ he’s fuckin’ innocent. I ain’t that fuckin’ stupid. But lemme tell you what—this whole thing? Smells like a setup. Smells like a fuckin’ Netflix pitch. His DNA on the knife sheath? What the fuck is that, rookie hour? You ever seen a dude that smart—PhD smart—leave his own goddamn DNA behind like it’s a fuckin’ gift basket? Come on, bro. That’s not real life, that’s a Law & Order cold open.
And don’t even get me started on the phone pings. Oh, he turned his phone off during the murders, that’s suspicious! Get the fuck outta here! I turn my phone off when I go take a shit in peace. Maybe the kid wanted quiet time! Maybe he was stressin’ about a thesis or some bitch ghostin’ him on Bumble. You ever thought of that?
And the media? They got him painted like he’s some villain outta Gotham. Oooooh, he was quiet. Ooooh, he wore gloves to take out the trash. SO FUCKIN’ WHAT? I knew a guy named Louie Fingers who wore gloves all year long, and the worst thing he ever did was rob a Kmart in ’91 with a can of mace and a dream.
Now look, maybe Bryan’s got demons. We all do, motherfucker. But you can’t tell me with a straight face this thing wasn’t a rush job. No confession. No motive. No blood on his clothes. No murder weapon. Just vibes and Reddit threads. And now the kid’s doin’ four life sentences with no fuckin’ appeal, and everyone’s clappin’ like seals at SeaWorld. Get the fuck outta here, bro.
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