Three generations of failures pose for just one picture. "WAAAAZUUP"? Your cholesterol level, fatass.
Gary Henderson attempts to pull his face off so maybe I won't recognize him and throw his pubic-faced skull out the window. In a way, it worked. I couldn't get his fucking window open so instead I crammed his head into the toilet and called his parents and told them to come over, and then I crammed their heads through the medicine cabinet and shut it on them over and over until I fell asleep and when I woke up I was in jail and the cops said I was under arrest for breaking a birdbath at a church.
Some goth sloth manages to crawl out of the grave I threw her into. I moved on to cremation at that point.
Hey! Office Hag makes the scene!
I don't know who the hell is but I'm guessing he's really a big fan of Jesus.
A ONE AND A TWO AND A THREE KICKS TO THE BALLS FOR ME, THE SMASHNOSED CONDUCTOR!