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TrollCop
always gets his man! Or in this case, very feminine
man! Or maybe it's a mannequin! I don't fucking
know how to identify genders in this godforsaken
hellhole of a town!
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Tom
Berringer looks at his video game package and
anticipates getting the power up and winning the
game. His chubby buddy Scott Hendrickson adjusts
Tom's package and anticipates getting his power
up and winning the game. I anticipate losing my
lunch and strategically implanting those computer
television screens into their chest cavity. I
fucking hate computer games and that kind of geekass
shit.
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SURPRISE!!!
I'M HORRID!!!
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Pasty
wad of white trash Erik Meyers shows off the results
of his rigorous training program that includes
eating butter sandwiches and drinking beer from
the urinal cake at The Red Letter Bar in downtown
West Appleton. I'd back my Chrysler over this
reject but I don't have any cleaning shit that
removes redneck from my paint.
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80,000,000
rats were killed to make Emelda Scrimm's coat.
That's like a week of dinner for her.
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Doughboy
Thomas and his Technicolor strands of forehead
pubes. Keep growing them out, pasteclown, it'll
just make it easier for me to mop my basement
with your oversized skull. I think my goddamn
water heater is leaking down there, so I tried
to fix it by slamming it with a wrench, but
that didn't work. If any of you shits know how
to fix a leaking water heater, send me a mail
message. On second thought, don't bother, because
I don't want to talk to any of you retarded
gascraps.
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