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                            |  | "Squinty" 
                                O' Malley uses his one good eye to focus on the 
                                carving knife that I was preparing to do a little 
                                freelance acne removal with. The poor kid's been 
                                using his teeth to ground up and recycle glass 
                                with for the past twelve years. Oh yeah, his parents 
                                spend all day smoking dope too, because they're 
                                fat and bald hippies. I stole their lamp back 
                                in the summer of 1983. It was a piece of shit 
                                that broke three days after I took it. I sent 
                                them a bill but those peckers never paid me. Fucking 
                                deadbeat hippies.   |  
                           
                            |  | Goofy 
                                little Mikey Sinclaire was seeing stars. Soon 
                                I busted into his hellhole room and began bashing 
                                his squirmy ass with the dinette set I stole from 
                                his idiot parents. Then he started seeing a whole 
                                different kind of stars. This moron packed my 
                                groceries at the local Vons last Tuesday, and 
                                put the goddamn bread on the bottom of the bag. 
                                I returned the favor by bouncing a can of soup 
                                off the crotchmolester's skull. |  
                           
                            |  | "Hello, 
                                welcome to Fat Cretin's Loft of Repulsion, may 
                                I interest you in a flabby white trash shake?" |  
                           
                            |  | MC 
                                Urinal Squad busts a few moves from their recording 
                                studio. Those two cretins on the left are whiter 
                                than the toilet paper. The one on the right is 
                                darker than the toilet paper after I've eaten 
                                at that Mexican food joint down 18th Street, the 
                                one that has a surprising absence of stray cats 
                                in the area. |  
                           
                            |  | MARCHING 
                                BAND IS MANTASTIC!!! |  
                           
                            |  |  
                                Some 
                                  stuck pig swimming in a pool of her own filth. 
                                  I'm too fucking lazy to come up with a clever 
                                  caption for this. Also I'm really drunk and 
                                  the last thing I care about at this point is 
                                  entertaining you Inter-net jackass geeks. |  |