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.
Oh hello nice young lady, it appears your skull is trying to flip itself inside out.
"I GOT THE POWER-UP AND WON THE GAME AND NOW I'M TAKING MY NUMBER MACHINE AND GOING HOME!!!"
I don't know what's going on here. If I had to take a guess, I'd say it's illegal.
"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!"
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.