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Judging
by the evidence presented in this picture, "Linux"
is the name of a very flaming man who probably
enjoys having rolling pins inserted up his anal
cavity. Nice fanny pack, Inspector Punchingbag.
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Just
imagine all the raw failure lactating from this
cretinous slob's nipples. I'd kick his ass myself,
but I don't want my foot to vanish inside one
of his many bloated folds.
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The
White Trash Militia prepares to defend their trailer
home from jackbooted governmental thugs. Looking
good there, you addlebrained tubs of shit. I hope
at least one of you dies in a tragic NASCAR accident.
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"HELLO
LADIES! I PROTECT THE MAGIC WOODS FROM TROLLS!
I AM BOBBA FAT, STAR TRACK KNIGHT."
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Friendly
advice to anybody staying overnight in an Appleton
City hotel: BURN THE BEDSHEETS AND BRING YOUR
OWN.
Even
more friendly advice to anybody staying overnight
in an Appleton City hotel: don't fucking bother.
Instead of leaving a small chocolate bar under
your pillow, they leave this. If you think that
thing is huge, imagine the size of the dog's ass
where it fell from.
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The
Moron in the Iron Mask. Fuck you too, buddy.
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