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Oh
hooray, a trio of idiots fashioned from leopards.
A classic case of being beaten in the ass by the
food chain. I hope the Salvation Army doesn't
mind having their bargain bin swiped.
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Sludge
McGee's Sliding Crapshoot of Failure circus sideshow
performs for a standing ovation.
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The
new Retard Enclosure Park is an instant success.
It drew quite a crowd watching these two shitgobs
attempt to molest each other's heads before I
set the whole thing on fire and pushed it into
Lake Gargahedron.
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Miss
Appleton 2001. Since the winner of this prestigious
competition always wanted to be on TV, I obliged
him / her / it by shoving their head through the
back of Frank Constellete's Panasonic. Fucking
Jap crap broke on the 15th ramming. American TVs
don't break that easily. I bought a GE TV in 1939
and it still works today and picks up every channel
and cable and satellite and computers and The
Titty Channel.
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The
last known sighting of Richard Davison, taken
as I heaved his greasy ass over his balcony rail.
If they ever get the impacted skull fragments
out of his brain he'll think twice before driving
on my fucking gravel right after it rained. That
gravel is brand fucking new and it wasn't cheap,
and it needs to settle properly. NOBODY fucking
walks on my gravel until it's settled, got it?
That includes you crustfucked spitshits.
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Captain Cookiedough and Darth Driplip disembark
from their hyperspace rocket-plane to conquer
all of the Dennys on Earth. The pie there stinks.
I got a chocolate creme pie slice and there
was a goddamn contact lens in it!!! I complained
to the waitress but by that time she could understand
me because I was holding her head in the grease
trap and kicking at the busboys and I noticed
that they fill their Heinz ketchup bottles in
the back with Hunts ketchup and that's probably
illegal or something. I'm going to write a goddamn
letter to 60 Minutes as soon as I get my typewriter
out of the bathtub.
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