On: ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author: Carroll Scherber
Created: July 04, 2022
Revised: December 30, 2022
I didn't give you the details of how I died, USNpiggy tells Scrabble and Binxy of the animal kingdom. I told you by the hands and feet of police officers and FBI agents which is a true story.
I was invited over on a blind date to play with Redsagittarian. The evening was cool. The house was beautiful. Marble throughout the entire home. Redsagittarian invited me in by allowing me to enter through the side entry doorway. He sat in his office as I entered. When I approached, he introduced himself as Sagittarian with Red on his lap. Sagittarian is John Joseph Gibbons and Red is Gilbert, a miniature Italian greyhound.
There was no one else in the house. It was he and I, USNpiggy tells Scrabble and Binxy of the animal kingdom. He got up from his desk where he was searching the internet for who they are. He walked me back to the master bedroom where we would play these games together, USNpiggy tells Scrabble and Binxy of the animal kingdom. He wanted me to make him a hit of methamphetamine from his own information. He never injected himself with a hit of methamphetamine, he tells me. Luckily I knew how to do these things by watch when a nurse takes blood from who you are, USNpiggy tells Scrabble and Binxy of the animal kingdom.
While I took time to use the lavatory others had snuck into the house; which was unbeknownst to me. They proceeded to hide in the master bedroom and the master bedroom closet. Hiding behind the drapes and television set which took up a quite a bit of floor space. After administering John Gibbons hit of methamphetamine per his insistence he ran to the bedroom furniture which laid on the floor. I forgot to tell you, we moved the king size foam mattress from the bed to the floor where we could has ease of access to each other while we played. The mattress lay on the floor on the adjacent wall just before the master bedroom closet.
I came from the master bathroom where the closet door was closed to who they are. I laid on the mattress which laid on the floor with my face turned outward and my backside in the air to be played with my John Joseph Gibbons. Next thing I know, someone shouts, "Take a bigger hit of poppers!" which I thought was John Joseph Gibbons! After taking the bigger hit of poppers Michael (Trina) Williams place her hoot on my backside. And when I resisted, she pushed back so I was completely flat on the mattress taking my last breath as John Paul Anderson slide the egg shaped novelty inside my backside. While I lay there taking my last breath John Vincent Hamilton laid down on my backside and proceeded to fornicate with who I am.
My last words were, "Oh, my fucking God," as they played with my body. John Victor Hamilton was the first officer on my backside as I said. John Paul Anderson was the next officer on my backside. Following officer John Paul Anderson were Michael Willie Robertson (FBI agent), Michael Williamson and sheriff Roy Andrew Sanderson. I should mention here that Michael (Trina) Williams was a police officer. They were all police officers, FBI agents and sheriffs who watch me die except for two men, Michael Williamson and Michael Richardson. As officer John Paul Anderson was playing with my body I became an angel ascending between the two bodies. They all looked up and said, "Oh, my fucking God"! I had learned officer Michael (Trina) Williams put her foot down on my backside as a practical joke.
As they climbed off my body Michael Willie Robertson said, The motherfucker is dead, to officer John Paul Anderson, officer John Victor Hamilton, Michael Williamson, officer Robert Sandoval and John Joseph Gibbons also known to them as Red! And, Michael Williamson said, He's cold on the mattress, to officer John Paul Anderson, officer John Victor Hamilton, agent Michael Willie Robertson, officer Michael (Trina) Williams and John Joseph Gibbons!
As I became an angel that night and I instructed them all to call 911. They failed and neglected to do so. There were many onlookers who watched me die. A total of fifteen people watched me die that night. John Joseph Gibbons shouted, "Don't say anything" to everyone who was there and to the viewers who watching through a VPN. Officer John Paul Anderson said, "Don't do anything" to the onlookers and the viewers. So, no one said or did anything. What they did do is got high as a kite and fornicated under the crowned king in the backyard of who they are. They left my body for died for over ninety minutes. They neglected to cover my body over to show me any respect. Later, before I arose from the dead, they all departed to go to someone else's house and left John Joseph Gibbons there holding the body bag; to sort of speak.
John Joseph Gibbons sat there overlooking my body. I know this because when I arose, I arose cognizant and wondering why John Gibbons' cell phone was not where it originally was; on the breakfast bar. This lead me to believe a movie had been made; a movie of my death.
The others who watched my die are:
Officer Willie Andrew (Glenda) Williams
Given Name before cross-dressing, Officer Willie Williams
Twin sister (brother) to Trina (Michael) Williams
Officer Marcus Edwards-Hamilton, Husband to John Hamilton
Deputy Robert Sandoval, Twin brother to Maria Sandoval
Deputy Maria Sandoval, Twin Sister to Robert Sandoval
Deputy Sue Trevino
Agent Michael Andrew Patterson
Michael Richardson
Officer Andrew (Laura) Blanca
And, those who watched from a VPN and said nothing:
Jeff Muhleman
William (Bill) Forrester
Wayne McMorris
Douglas Andrew Kaye
Douglas Jack
Richard Rongers (Deceased as of 2014)
Charles Rodgers Adams
Michael Lewis, Husband to Charles Rodgers Adams
Terry Oswald Huber
Mark Jones
Loren Dwayne Matatovsky
Charles Alfred Abramson
David Barrett
David Bartlett
Paul Gibbons, Cousin to John Joseph Gibbons, Redsagittarian
Michael James Cook
Matthew Sorrentino
Officer Dean Hardin
Cameron Stuart McClain
John Sheridan, was boyfriend to Richard Rongers (Deceased)
Greg Leipzig
And, those who didn't see the VPN originally however was told about the homicide:
Jeff Windle Moffett, Friend to John Joseph Gibbons
Steven Quintanilla
Michael Williams
John Wunschel
John Paul Gibbons
Pauly Anderson, Father to Lieutenant John Paul Anderson IV, USAF
Michael Petersen
Lucy Arnaz, was told on the night I died by her great nephew, Robert Sandoval
John Joseph Gibbons did not want to tell me what had happened the night I died. I saw him for several months afterward hoping to get some answers. He was never forthcoming. I found out that a video had been made and they held onto it like a trophy. Thus, the term "Trophy Video".
