I HATE YOU PAGE 153

Agh! Run! They're not using the pingpong paddle to play a game! They're using it to tenderize your fat ass! You're dinner, you bloated load of cheesesteak! On second thought, perhaps your meaty carcass will stave off those ham demons for a few hours or so. That'll give me time to load the shotgun and chug a few bottles for courage.

Hey look, it's not Mickey Mouse, it's, uh, um... uh... Mickey Shitbag. I didn't put too much thought into writing this one because I don't give a fuck if you morons find me funny or not and you all can stop reading my goddamn web page for all I care.

Bride or groom? I'll take "YETI" for 500, Alex.

As you can tell, goths have a hard time seeing, what with all their gay lover's "special sauce" splattered across their ugly face. Get a set of balls and kill yourself already, you bitching little troll, and stop fucking whining about it. Do the deed, you pansy.

Chester the Parrot Molester tries to hide, but little does he know, plastic white chairs don't fool aluminum baseball bats. I bashed that clownfucker so hard that he shit an entire row of teeth into the toilet that night.

"I HAVING TROUBLE WITH PRESCRIPTION GLASSES. HAS ANYBODY SEEN MY GODDAMN DIGNITY?"