Wesly is sad because he went through 20 bottles of beer and it still hasn't deluded him into thinking he's attractive or could make out with anything more complex than a wad of gum stuck on the sidewalk by a retarded 8-year old kid who is filthy because he was playing in the sewer with a basketball he stole from the Wal-Mart across from the bike shop where I used to work, so thanks a fucking lot for stealing my bike you shitstained mucus wad.
MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE WHITE TRASH MILITIA!!!
Oh how nice, Pretty Peaches and Strawberry Stan attend the prom together. I was the bartender that night at their prom. The only drink I served was Molotov cocktails.
Troll vs. Cake, round one. House odds are on the troll since he's got a record of 14,281 and 1 against cakes, and we only started counting last Wednesday. I hope he chokes on a candle and it lights his gall bladder on fire.
"Drinking tar is not fun!" I think those two are brothers.