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                            |  | The 
                                Fuckstick Avenger snaps into action and prepares 
                                to save the city from absolutely any trace of 
                                intelligence whatsoever. If you're wondering what 
                                happened to the 12 beers that were in that box, 
                                I stole them and threw em into a dumpster because 
                                light beer is for sissies and draft dodgers and 
                                college fratboy wusswagons. |  
                           
                            |  | Gordon 
                                Andresson shows up early for his own funeral. 
                                Sorry, tubs-o-spuds, but there ain't gonna be 
                                no all you can eat buffet for your dirtbag relatives 
                                and their 80-inch wide black holes of mouths. |  
                           
                            |  | Dr. 
                                Weeble Wobble and Hagbag show off their finest 
                                wedding clothing. Welcome to NASCAR county, you 
                                goddamn slackjawed gutterfucks. |  
                           
                            |  | A 
                                young Sally Jessie Rafael demonstrates the closest 
                                she's ever going to get to a penis. I hate her 
                                show. It's always full of these damned moron kids 
                                talking shit to their fat, crying parents. I want 
                                to grab those little dumb shits and choke some 
                                sense into them while rolling their parents into 
                                the nearest incinerator. One time I was watching 
                                that show and a commercial for tampon came on 
                                and I was like "what the fuck?!?!? TAMPONS?!?!?" |  
                           
                            |  | Chip 
                                meets dip. And no, I'm not talking about that 
                                can of man-extract that the mutant pictured to 
                                the left is holding. |  
                           
                            |  |  
                                Who 
                                  fucking knows.  
                                  
 "RRRAAAAOOOOORRRRWWW!!! 
                                    You're losing your touch, old man! Your comments 
                                    suck more than one of your many trips to the 
                                    gloryhole in back of the Sears! ROOOOWWWWRWRRRR!" You'd 
                                  better watch your fucking mouth, Uglycat, or 
                                  you're gonna be losing a good majority of your 
                                  scab-encrusted skull! 
                                
                                "RRRAAAAOOOOORRRRWWW!!! 
                                  Bring it on, you pale drunken slob! ROOOOWWWWRWRRRR!" |  |