Gotcha! Once respectable haute cuisine thief Sue She

Gotcha! Once respectable haute cuisine thief Sue She..., a septuagenarian renown for his trademark prank to steal himself into a neighboring house, and prepare an elaborate meal unsuspectedly nabbed gorging (ala man versus food Adam Montgomery Richman fame Brooklyn, New York boy) at an undisclosed location. When asked why he left figurative bread crumbs to the very doorstep of his demise with a mouth full of food he replied inarticulately sounding muffled, with indistinct words a lot of slurring and sometimes even gurgling noises. Always on the lookout for new breakout theatrical talent similar to scouts who work across the United States, Canada, and Puerto Rico hunting for outstanding gifted potential sports marvels/protegies recruiters from various and sundry acting guilds globe trot and zero in on a person whose behavior draws newsworthy attention (perhaps to distract the public at large to the demise of democracy not just in American, but a global lurge politically rightward) presents innovative approaches to attain an objective catches the eye of one practiced pinpointing a money magnet. The media drama linkedin to act of stealth (though an inconvenience for unsuspecting victims) and hidden bona fides promising positive pursuit with proper guidance and discipline respective negligent and criminal intruder holds the promise to make hand over fist moolah, but initially said raw (green around the gills) unpracticed mischief maker will be obliged to compensate all the places and people he burgled after he makes a name for himself, which sudden instance being shot to fame does trigger copy cats, which emulators of the original impractical joker lack that spunky je nais sais quois, (the only French phrase known to me) extemporaneity, spontaneity, notoriety, and last but not least piety toward buttressing diversity, equality and inclusion, thus as an unspoken/written rule, these innocuous dressed head hunters of source material must not be Russian when they Chekov favorable qualities in a candidate of no particular age, breed, creed, dogma, ethnicity, gender affiliation, nationality, physique, race, religion, et cetera. Lemme include you in on a little secret (don't you telling nobody), that yours truly (me) happens to be sitting within a nondescript apartment in a little town that time forgot and the years could not improve; one time like when I posted to Facebook, an unexpected countless number of young gorgeous female respondents (exhibited an electronic like and untrammeled love toward many former zany home pages of mine and other sundry postings – and offered marriage sight unseen), and by dint of instantaneously brought down Meta - the mysterious explanation being overloaded three ringed circuits, whereat Mark Zuckerberg (of all people) requested all expenses paid trip to be held within the outer limits of the twilight zone - he would fly a private jet, where dark shadows evoke the edge of night scenario, a contrived atmosphere to lend an opportunity for each of us to portray our favor character dramatis personae, which stunning portrayal of xyz - more convincing than the original actor himself simultaneously launched multiple opportunities essentially catapulting one former long haired pencil necked geek while idling away time engaged in my favorite pastime re:fabricating and additionally to reminisce about those days being a bachelor Norwegian farmer during his emerging adulthood, which spanned the last thirty plus years of mein kampf.