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Somebody
left the gates of the art school open and repulsive
menaces like this apparently escaped. Here's an
art project for you fat fucks: major in something
other than unemployment you canvas-humping shitjugglers.
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Oh
hello nice young lady, it appears your skull is
trying to flip itself inside out.
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"I
GOT THE POWER-UP AND WON THE GAME AND NOW I'M
TAKING MY NUMBER MACHINE AND GOING HOME!!!"
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I
don't know what's going on here. If I had to take
a guess, I'd say it's illegal.
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"PARTYING WITH GRANDMA IN OUR UNFINISHED
BASEMENT IS ROCK AND ROLL COOL!!! I WEAR HUGE
PANTS BECAUSE I'M A FUCKWIT AND HAVE NO RESPECT
FOR WAR VETERANS AND I'LL BACK MY SHITTY HONDA
CIVIC OUT OF THE PARKING LOT WHEN CLIFF IS BACKING
HIS CAR UP AND I'LL TRY TO MAKE CLIFF HAVE TO
STOP HIS CAR EVEN WHEN HE'S IN A HURRY BECAUSE
LAW AND ORDER IS ALMOST ON AND WHEN CLIFF GETS
OUT OF HIS CAR AND STARTS BEATING MY PIECE OF
SHIT JAP TRAP WITH A MECHANICAL ROBOT ARM THAT
HE GOT FROM GOD KNOWS WHERE, I'LL ACT SURPRISED
AND CALL THE COPS BECAUSE I'M A PUSSY AND DON'T
KNOW HOW TO SETTLE MATTERS LIKE A REAL MAN, WHICH
IS BY GETTING CLUBBED TO DEATH WITH A MECHANICAL
ROBOT ARM!"
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I lost my notecards and I forgot what I was
going to write about this person. Let me see
if I copied it down.
The
supervising state agency is the Department of
Agriculture"s Feed and Fertilizer Division
of Compliance.
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