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He had already once said it wasn't him, thus his use of 'again' as in "I've told you shmucks before it's not me".

Here, Beerdown is responding in the first person to something having to do with CH. At least, that's how I read it, and this theory is supported by how the rest of the Beerdown post reads, breaking from any known format used by the mult, and adopting a format that is very similar to CH's eloquent style.

It could be that this is Beerdown flexing his or her muscles, showing that they can do a CH shtick on top of a Beardown facade and in addition to a routine of Beardown interpreting Bernstein-isms, but that seems less likely than CH just accidentally forgetting to switch his login.

stick to updating us on DiCaro tweets

I am Beerdown.

Until beerdown calls toews a useless pothead I'm not sure.

I am Beerdown.

Until beerdown calls toews a useless pothead I'm not sure.

I am IMS

Basically, has a mult ever been so good as to overshadow its creator?

ohhhhhhh man

I'm not Curious Hair. Toews had his brain fried by reefer. We won't win anything because Captain Cannibis is more worried about alternative medicine. Think about it. But you won't. Just like Toews doesn't think about things. Cuz he's a dumbass

I hope the owner of this mult is smart enough to understand that this masterpiece can never be topped and never uses this one again.

ohhhhhhh man

I’m going to put a stop to this mult charade now because I don’t want to leave Curious out to dry. It was me. All this cloak and dagger business over the past few days reminds me of some deals I made with the unwitting help of my former sister in law. She worked right down the street from where the Citibank stands on Michigan and East Grand and knew a lot of people who worked for the Bears. Once when New England was in town, my business partner’s ex-wife brought a mistress of one of the Patriots players into the bank because she needed to open an account. My sister in law got wind of this and let one of her Bears contacts know. The contact told her the broad was actually opening an account for a Bears player she was banging on the side.

The sister in law had a shitload of unused official NFL game balls that she received under the table. When my godfather’s younger brother made partner at this seedy law firm in the west loop he began begging me to get a piece of the merchandise. He wanted to use the balls as sweeteners anytime he needed to close a deal. He was a real piece of work. I still regret lying right to my sister in law’s face about my purpose with the game balls. I knew each ball was worth about $500.00 but it's hard to get leverage in a black market deal and I didn't think it was a good move to fleece someone so close to my godfather. I sold all the balls except for two. When I got divorced my sister in law stopped by to ask about the game balls. I gave her the two I had and told her I donated the rest to a Bears charity ran by some of her contacts. I knew she’d never follow up.

I’m going to put a stop to this mult charade now because I don’t want to leave Curious out to dry. It was me. All this cloak and dagger business over the past few days reminds me of some deals I made with the unwitting help of my former sister in law. She worked right down the street from where the Citibank stands on Michigan and East Grand and knew a lot of people who worked for the Bears. Once when New England was in town, my business partner’s ex-wife brought a mistress of one of the Patriots players into the bank because she needed to open an account. My sister in law got wind of this and let one of her Bears contacts know. The contact told her the broad was actually opening an account for a Bears player she was banging on the side.

The sister in law had a shitload of unused official NFL game balls that she received under the table. When my godfather’s younger brother made partner at this seedy law firm in the west loop he began begging me to get a piece of the merchandise. He wanted to use the balls as sweeteners anytime he needed to close a deal. He was a real piece of work. I still regret lying right to my sister in law’s face about my purpose with the game balls. I knew each ball was worth about $500.00 but it's hard to get leverage in a black market deal and I didn't think it was a good move to fleece someone so close to my godfather. I sold all the balls except for two. When I got divorced my sister in law stopped by to ask about the game balls. I gave her the two I had and told her I donated the rest to a Bears charity ran by some of her contacts. I knew she’d never follow up.

How long before with get Curious Caller?