I'd like to have a few words with whoever is funding this ill-conceived endeavor. Those words being: What, the, and fuck.
Not all lesbians are hot. Told ya.
Here's one: Go to hell, you fat motherfucking son of a bitch with your bigass head and your disgusting neck looking like a pack of fucked up hotdogs.
A thought so nice he said it twice.
I'm pretty sure she's going to find out she's getting fat, dude.
"horrified" lives on top of a mountain.
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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