Glenda McDale shows off her hereditary genetic code of failure in action. Poor kid got ran over by the ugly bus before escaping from his mother's bloated, infested, hellhole stomach. Get ready for a long life of pain and embarrassment ahead, sucker.
Jesus S. Christ, it's like somebody dressed up a Grey in a human wig and dress.
I THINK HES MAD BECAUSE THAT YELLOW STUFFED ANIMAL WON'T PUT OUT
The Man Train is frequently derailed in East Appleton.
Here you'll notice a particularly nasty case of Fungus Whitetrashicus growing in Mary Bennent's crotch. This comes from repeated exposure to "The Jerry Springer Show" and can only be cured by me turning a firehose on the uglyass blob or throwing kerosene into her face.
I told you all this would happen. All the pure concentrated horridness in the Appleton City area has finally overloaded and begun infecting other dimensions. Betty Fergeson used to be in charge of cleaning the filth-encrusted salad bar at Wendy's, but now she just floats around in her little otherworldly vortex of disgust.