I HATE YOU PAGE 86

I guess I SHOULD be turned on, but hell, that basketcase on back just scares the living bajeezus out of me. I won't even try to count how many diseases are festering on that leech trying to escape from her rotting jaw.

Appleton City has a law against Tiajuana-esque donkey shows, so the morons here have to resort to the "next best thing." Don't ask where the banana is.

It's Bigfoot!

It's Bigfoot's mom!

The extra point was good. The extra punt into this shithead's family jewels was the icing on the cake.

Santa manually inserts the first lump of coal.