Terror, Mullets, Clubbers, and More!
"Twon" makes me want to hurt him:
"Twon" creates a cereal of pure terror:
"Unled" expounds upon Franken Berry's flamboyant nature:
"VerbalGimp" seems a little too desperate to assure the safety of this cereal:
"Vitriol" unveils the official breakfast of white trash:
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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