Hans DeVente acts like somebody's pesty grandma.
All he does is FUSS and FUSS and WARN and SCOLD. Hurry Hurry! It's
HANSY PANSY telling you you BETTER GET YOUR GOODIES right NOW!
This is ONE reason why GRANDA DEVENTE, the dickless wonder, is so HATED.
He clogs the shoutbox with warnings and threats and pestiness. If you
don't do what GRANDMA says you might have to use RAPIDGATOR and PAY for
the download.
GRANDMA DEVENTE is always pulling this shit
"ALL WILL BE GONE" says the DELETER. If you don't march to it, hop to
it, and get it when GRANDMA tells you, you will get NOTHING.
NO GOODIES FOR YOU.
This is how a normal person acts? No. Nobody else does it but SHIT FOR BRAINS DEVENTE.
He also can't stop BLOGGING.
Nobody else does THIS shit either. GRANDMA offers something? Half the time it's: GO TO MY BLOG! GO TO MY BLOG!
Leave the SHOUTBOX and GO TO MY BLOG!
Why? Because he's a mental case. He's DEMENTED HANS DEVENTE. GRANDMA
is SENILE. GRANDMA still thinks she's the BLOGFATHER, but those days are
OVER.
Nobody's using BLOGS anymore. There are TORRENTS. Big companies
thrive with their torrent sites and leave only the dickless little
minnows to swim in little urinals like BLOGS.
Here's GRANDMA DEVENTE again, still flogging HANK WILLIAMS music as
if anyone is as retired and retarded as to want this shit AGAIN.
Get out your HANKIES, girls, it's HANSY PANSY once again doing the HANKY PANKY, showing his LOVE for COWBOYS.
We all know Hans is impotent with women. His retarded wife never had
kids. She doesn't know her twat from her elbow. Only a mental defective
would live with an ugly, stupid, useless clod like HANS DEVETE, a loser
who ends up on GOVERNMENT WELFARE in a rowhouse.
SHIT FOR BRAINS HANS DEVENTE has nothing better to do than post new
blogs all the time to bore and annoy everyone. THEN he gets MORE and
plays musical chairs with them:
He is more pathetic than a pre-schooler playing with BLOCKS.
LOOK DADDIES, I HAVE MOVED MY BLOG HERE...AND MY OTHER BLOG IS HERE...AND LOOK AT ALL THE PRETTY BLOGS I HAVE.
Here's Demented Devente, his tumorous brain throbbing and about to give him a stroke, unable to figure out how OLD he is.
Here he's telling his boyfriend SKYJUMP (the boyfriend's new alias) that he's 73.
Demented Devente also mentions his "extreme tinnitus" which is another lie.
He posted his driver's license. You do the math. He's saying he's 75 but the driver's license says he was born in 1946.
Next he'll insist he's really 78 and his autistic idiot wife who can barely sit with a dazed look on her pruny old face is 82.
One day he's bawling that he can't hear music and just posts it because he is SO generous and wants other people to have MUSIC.
Next day he's doing his dickless coquette act: "PRETTYPLEASE i dont have every soft limp kitaro album i would like to hear these five albums and they would cost me too much to buy. some kind soul has these in a closet?"
What the same closet Hans stores his knickers and bras?
How come he keeps sniffling about having tinnitus and then he's skipping and mincing around his windmill glad to get YUMMY music and has all the energy to flush more soft shit into the shoutbox?
Nobody wants his crappy soft music, his boring Christmas garbage, or his endless games of "go to my BLOG, no my OTHER blog, no the BLOG I didn't delete. No no THIS blog" and "here's one part of a link and another part of a link and this is 10 day so you better get it now or it will be gone."
What an asshole. He can't be normal like everyone else (people who do NOT have BLOGS and do NOT post SHIT and do NOT lie constantly about their age and health). He is not normal. He is CRAZY. He is DEMENTED.
this part that part get this shitty music in 10 days go to the blog... bore bore bore bore
Tell us again how your new blog will be deleted and the links will be gone and everyone has to hurry up and pay attention to your garbage music instead of the progrock they really care about.
Some people say Hans De Vente the demented crazy cheap Dutch douch just has SHIT FOR BRAINS.
What do you make of a DUTCH DOUCHE who keeps saying he's 73 and about to die, and then starts saying he's 75 instead.
He lies about his age to be older? At one time he was showing his driver's license and pointing to his birth year as 1946. The jerk can't even keep the lies straight about how old he is.
He's old enough to know better, but he spends the last days of his lonely pathetic life fussing and fighting in an obscure shoutbox, bringing in "GOODIES" and then deleting them. He starts blogs, deletes them, brings them back.
He is DEMENTED.
If BREIN doesn't come and arrest him, if the Dutch police don't check for the pedophile gay porn on his multi-computers and external drives, maybe a few men in WHITE JACKETS should come for him. He is NUTS.
From his ADULTORIENTEDRADIO blog...
The usual Hans De Vente bullshit -- whining for attention, grabbing a photo off Google, and declaring you better get the "GOODIES" right now because he'll delete the blog, or hold his breath till he turns blue.
The same old drama queen crap year after year. He can't stop making new blogs, deleting them, being a girly-girl in a shoutbox squealing about "GOODIES" and then growling "they will be deleted."
One day he's sobbing PRETTYPLEASE (like a girly girl) for more music, and the next day, crying "i can not listen to music because of my tinnitus."
SUCH A BORING LOSER.
HERE COMES BAD SANTA AGAIN. BORING HANS DEVENTE AND HIS STALE CHRISTMAS "GOODIES" FROM YEARS AGO
WHAT A SAD PATHETIC LOSER
HERE'S SANTA DEMENTED DEVENTE, WHO QUIVERS LIKE A BOWL FULL OF SHIT.
THE RED NOSE IS ACCURATE AND THE HUGELY PROTRUDING LOWER LIP, WHICH GOT THAT WAY FROM ALL THE COCKSUCKING.
HANS IS NOW SOILING THE SHOUTBOX WITH HIS BORING CHRISTMAS STUFF. ALREADY.
SINCE HE WEARS HIS WIFE'S KNICKERS UNDER HIS SANTA SUIT, HE'S STILL THE SAME WIMP HE ALWAYS WAS.
NOT ONLY DOES HE POST BORING LOUSY CHRISTMAS JUNK, HE DOES HIS GIRLISH "BLUSH" POSTS WHILE TALKING ABOUT "YUMMY" SOFT PULPY "POWER POP" MUSIC.
WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS WOES ABOUT TINNITUS AND HOSPITAL STAYS? HE'S TOO GIDDY ABOUT CHRISTMAS MUSIC AND POWER POP TO KEEP UP WITH HIS "FEEL SORRY FOR ME" LIES
What's new with OLD HANS DEVENTE?
The same old same old. He goes around in circles deleting his blogs, and wasting shoutbox space with his dopey brags about what he buys.
Hurry hurry he's about to knock off a blog again. Oooh here he is, telling the world his wife is watching a baking show. Wowie Zowie he tells people to buy a Rapidgator premium account so he can make money off the referral.
Hey everybody he has a new blog again. What? Hardly anyone even bothers to look? What a surprise.
Whatever it is, it's demented and boring garbage from The Cheap Dutch Douche.
Posts like these are a good reason why so many people wish he would just drop dead already.
Nobody wants to read his garbage but he posts more and more of it. He's always putting up links for crap music, demanding everyone hurry and get it, then screams he will delete it all.
How often has he whined about having tinnitus and not being able to hear anything, only to post "can anyone get me" MORE music, with an effeminate "prettyplease" at the end.
Oooh ooh he has a "brandnew 3rd gen ipad pro 12.9 inch." Gosh, UNIT, that impresses...NOBODY.
Round and round the Demented Devente goes, when he will stop with a stroke or a heart attack, nobody knows. They only wish it was SOON.
What happens to wood before it rots? It warps. That's Hans DeVente, who will probably have another stroke that will warp him like this:
He's already so unsightly he has NO FRIENDS OR RELATIVES in the real world. Just a few losers on the Internet who live in dull isolated hovels even worse than a street on DELLAERTLAAN in BADHOEVEDORP.
Warped, demented DEVENTE continues to lose brain cells. He can't even keep track of all his fake names in a Shoutbox, or all his inane blogs of boring drivel. "10 days! Only 10 days!" Zzzzzzz. Here he is, split-personality nut, pushing more soft limp AOR (he's AN OLD RETARD) but then refusing to post more numbnuts KITARO krap.
He has anything better to do? That's Demented Devente, the "my way or the highway" creep, the Bad Santa. HE will deny people what they want because he gets into irrational mood swings that drugs can't always prevent.
He has nothing else in his life but giving crappy music to a handful of other dullards, while his wife sits in a catatonic state in a brain dead world of her own. He and his social leper wife? They have no personality. They are boring. They are misfits. They don't go anywhere. Nobody can stand them. They sit in that sterile windmill on Dellaertlaan watching old old old garbage on a computer screen and listening to musical sleeping pills. Then Hans takes REAL sleeping pills which have affected his warped brain. He is rotting from the inside. Any day now....
Here's Demented Devente babbling about how he plans to be buried at sea.
Who would bother hauling his smelly old carcass on a boat when there's a MOAT near his dumpy apartment? That's all he's worth. DUMP his useless body and piss in the water afterward.
Since he's been such a pain in the ass all these years, it's likely that when he finally croaks from a stroke, a heart attack, or a brain tumor, the doctors will open his yap and piss down his throat JUST to make sure he really is dead. Or JUST FOR LAUGHS.
Then they'll drag him out in a body bag, hire a garbage truck, and bring him to this MOAT where the Grim Reaper will be ringing a final DEATH KNELL.
Maybe his boyfriend JOAO will toss a few flowers or used condoms into the water? We all know THAT pathetic greasy old twig. He's the one who likes to SKYJUMP into mens rooms and bob for turds.
Funny that whenever HANS soils the shitbox, SKYJUMP is right there to sniff the air. Meanwhile others laugh at his whining and his babbling, and all HANS can do is say "get a dead." Clever HANS. Most everyone wishes he would stop pretending to be dying, and in the hospital, and lying on his death bed, and CROAK ALREADY. The MOAT IS WAITING.
Anyone more pathetic than Hans DeVente, aka Sake Johannas DeVente?
He has no life except to stink up a shoutbox, make endless blogs, and toss Hank Williams crap all over Canna and other obscure websites that are the equivalent of bus station toilets.
75 (or older) and acting like he's 7. He posts pictures of his John Deere toys, and his hard drives, and lookie-lookie, he has a COMPUTER. Wowie Zowie.
Some people feel sorry for such a useless wretch. He has no life and he tells outrageous lies to get attention. Take pity on the sad old homo who cries "prettyplease" begging for music he doesn't need. Listen to his endless cries about going to the hospital, and his wife falling down stairs, and how he just got back from Palm Springs. Boring. Boring. Boring.
His tedious postings show he's dead from the neck up, dead from the waist down, and is just some kind of ugly Dutch Zombie. He lives in a sad row house, sucks the Government Teat, and lives with an autistic idiot who hasn't had sex with him in 40 years. He wishes he wasn't living in a flat boring country where the sky is usually as gray as his pubes.
Zzzzzz. Some of his typical drivel, babbling about going to the hospital (again) and blubbering about how he CRIES and CRIES and CRIES watching shit TV shows about the American cowboys he wishes would come all over his blubbery lips :
Hans and his boyfriends don't like the other people in Zinhof's Shoutbox. This is because the others are heterosexual. They like ROCK music.
Here's Hans and his boyfriend debating whether anyone in the Shoutbox "DESERVES" the latest uploads. No, let's keep it a big SECRET. Let's hold an elaborate conversation about it in the shoutbox and then NOT give the links. Ha HA!
No wonder the heterosexual Hairbag asks what the HELL is going on. Read it from the BOTTOM up. You know, the way homos like Hansy like it.
Joao is the greasy, well-known anus-nibbler from South of the Loony Bin, the one who can only snivel about wanting more oozing sleaze from the Dutch asshole, and politely ending the requests with "Best Regards."
How....EFFEMINATE...is Hans? We all know he dresses up like a school girl, or wears diapers, when he nestles down for his shoutbox games. He shuts the door because wifey is so sick of looking at him.
Here's HANSY, aka JOAN/JOANNA, squealing with delight over getting yet MORE music, as if 24 external drives of crap isn't enough. As if he doesn't have tinnitus and can't hear anything (or is that just a lie?)
YESYESYESYES -- and his catch-phrase PRETTY PLEASE.
Ask yourself when was the last time you heard a REAL MAN say PRETTY PLEASE.
yesyesyes pretty please do you have them?
Who talks like that? Sake Johannes DeVente aka JOAN/JOANNE/JAN, who has also even used his wife's name in the Shoutbox.
Demented Devente is suffering from dementia as well as effeminacy. He's still pretending he buys music. Nope. Never has. This is the guy who boasted on blogs about how he literally stole record albums "with my thieving hands" including a real prize, the Phil Spector Christmas album.
How many time as HANS THE LIAR claimed that he buys tons of music to give away, including $700 for the Rhino Woodstock set, only to squeal, scream, stamp his feet, and sob like a little girl because "some nice person" should be "kind" to him, and send him a link for a song because "it would be $1.29 on iTunes."
Cheap Dutchman Hans DeVente aka Sake Johannes DeVente is a penny pincher in the extreme. He threw a fit recently demanding people pay for HIS Rapidgator account! His excuse was that he downloads crap and then uploads it to his endless blogs.
Here's Hans pretending he wastes money on a "crazy hobby."
Hans can't keep track of all his lies. This includes lies about deleting his music (after screaming "it will be deleted in 3 days hurry") and about deleting his blogs all the time. He can't even keep track of how many times he's lied about being in a hospital or being so tormented by tinnitus "i can only give away the music i can not listen anymore."
Hans is not only a cheap Dutchman, he is a stupid one. He might be the stupidest sub-human double-ugly blubber-lipped clod in Badhoevedorp. He's tripped up by his OWN posts under his OWN name. All his lies and neurotic games are exposed because he's so obviously DEMENTED.
There probably isn't anyone more ludicrous in person: a big dumbass with that pubic beard, who acts and TALKS like a little girl. Yes, he has a very high-pitched voice.
Meanwhile poor Miss Lonely keeps deleting his crap and then coyly asking if people want to play more games with him and beg him for re-ups:
He's 75 (he used to claim to be 73, born in 1946. He's lied about EVERYTHING). He acts like a seven year old. A seven year old GIRL.Joan/Joanne/Jan will cry, lie, throw hissy-fits, and do anything and everything for attention.
What he needs is the attention of an undertaker. He's dead from the neck up, dead below the waist, and might as well be walled up in an above-ground tomb. That way he might serve some kind of purpose as part of a Dutch dam. Keep some sea water out of Holland by putting The Dutch Douche in a dam above-ground mausoleum.
What's up with pathetic Joan Johannes? Not his dick. It's been SOFT for years. Like his HEAD.
No wonder all he can do is listen to SOFT music, the worst treacle-and-diarrhea he can pour into his sappy Dutch ears. He'll say his tinnitus prevents him from listening to anything better.
As the shoutbox people roll their eyes and try to ignore him, he continues to LIE about what he's done with his life (it's all been useless.) Now and then he slips and tells a bit of truth. Here, he admits that he can't spell. That's one reason it's so easy to know when he's using another dumb-ass alias.
Notice how he has to pretend that he's met Ernest Tubb over and over. As if that would impress anyone even it was true. Right, The Cheap Dutch Douche lived in Nashville for years, and hung around with all the greats. What next Hans, you were in the car when Hank Williams got diverticulitis and died? Or did you pass your defective brainstem disease to him?
Hans DeVente, the demented waste of space, soon to be departing six feet under where he belongs, wasting his time and everyone else's with more poop:
Who knows if he's babbling to himself or not. He has so many shoutbox aliases. He uses them to thank himself, or to grant "generous" requests when asked. Another game is to have an alias ask for something stupid that nobody wants, and he jumps in with "I will give it to you tomorrow. I am in bed now."
"Best regards from Joao." Who? That's an old but very greasy Latino dick-licking loser that sniffs around Hans like a worshipful mouse at the anus of a pig. Yum, what's the pig gonna drop NEXT? Joao loves that gay Hansy porn, too.
Meanwhile, see below, HANS once again gives the lie to his bullshit about "I buy $700 box sets to give to you" and "I ordered two dozen CDs from Japan that I will post for you."
Here he is, once again being the CHEAP DUTCHMAN he really is, and moaning and calling to attention to himself for wanting MORE MORE MORE garbage, and hoping not to have to pay for it:
How often has he whined, "I am a poor man," and that with his medical bills, he
can barely stay in gouda and wooden shoes. He's always begging "pretty
please" (like the girly-man he is) as he pesters everyone for more crap he either already has, or will never even listen to.
He claims to have 24
external drives but he is such an attention whore, he is always wanting
more. This guy doesn't have everything by Ernest Tubb by now? (PS,
who'd want that shit?)
It's all part of why DEVENTE is DEMENTED. He acts like a 7 year-old girl constantly pulling at Daddy's pants leg and bleating, "Can you get this for me? That for me? Please, PRETTY PLEASE?"
Mr. Generous never gives ANYTHING away without a catch. This is either "HURRY BEFORE IT IS DELETED" or some other brainless game. He has to put a PASSWORD on his worthless shit? Yes, anything to be a pain in the ass. Gotta hurry up and get it, gotta thank him or he'll throw a hissy-fit, and you have to type in his name HANS. (The name he claims he was born with. No, that would be Sake Johannes DeVente. He was also born with a defective brain and congenital stupidity.)
Of course Hans "BLOGGING SAVED MY USELESS LIFE" Demented has a few NEW BLOGS for his AOR (AN OLD RETARD) music.
Nobody in their right mind would want to listen to ANY of this garbage.
On BOTH his sappy AOR blogs, he pays special tribute to his favorite hunk, Greg Guidry. Hans loves beach boys? He only wishes he could keep Greg's balls in his mouth while he jerks off all over Devente's demented ugly face. Hans keeps that pubic beard so that the smell of semen stays in it for days and days after he's given a blowjob or taken a load.
The main problem is Hans is so ugly, some guys can't come in his face. Not while looking at him. They do appreciate how his enormous lower lip can cushion a cock so well.
TWO blogs just to give away GREG GUIDRY mucous. How pathetic does it get for this sad, ridiculous impotent old man? Poor Hans. He takes a ton of sleeping pills and hopes to have sexy dreams about GREG all night.
PS, "GENEROUS" Hans is always manic-depressive, always a sado-masochist, and will always be "My Way or the Highway" (his catch-phrase since 2005). You BETTER download fast, you BETTER get it while you can, you better do it within 10 days because "i am in no mood to re up." YEP, Hans DeVente, STILL CRAZY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.
