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Simon
"Wiggy" Chambers, mutant hair demon and all-round
nugget of all fuck. This useless shitmagnet works
at the bank when he's not down at the exterminator's
having colonies of rats and tree wasps removed
from the oversized herbacious border on his head.
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Welcome
to the zombie party! Don't mind us, the withered
hag lurking in the background stole our eyelids!
Pull up a chair and have a glass of wacky weed!
SMOKE THE DOPE AND HAVE A PARTY!
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MY
DATA IS AN ERROR!!!
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THANK
YOU FOR DIALLING 1-900-FUCKFACE. PLEASE
HOLD THE LINE WHILE A DOPE-SHOOTING FREAK RUBS
THE HANDSET OVER HIS CROTCH.
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1-900-FUCKFACE
makes another delivery to a neighborhood near
you. I don't know what these two fruity rat bastards
were up to, so I punched one of them in the back
and stole his wallet while the other was running
away. I can eat two tubs of ice cream in 40 minutes.
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Ugh, goddamn retards always washing up on the
beach. Take my advice and throw them back in
the water before they get a chance to breathe.
It's no wonder the fishing industry is going
to hell with crap like this floating around
the ocean.
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