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The
South Appleton Art Gallery has the most fucking
horrid displays. I think this was from their "Roadkill
Wearing Wigs" exhibit. I once attended an
art party there because I'm one cultured guy and
I'm sensitive and emotional and all that shit.
Then I found out that there wasn't any Moaning
Lisa painting there for me to steal and pawn to
the guy on 12th Street, so I threw lit matches
at the head art guy and marked my territory all
over his godawful paintings.
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The
Appleton City Drive In Movie Theater presents...
"YETI
PUSHING DINNER: THE MOVIE"
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I
don't know what that greasebag of phlegm on the
left is, but I'd bang that elf chick on the right.
She must be from some other town, one that doesn't
have so much fucking cosmetic toxins in the water
supply. Not that the freakclowns in this town
don't need a few buckets of cosmetics lumped onto
their faces to make them vaguely resemble some
humanoid-shaped forms.
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Radish
Patrol: In Color!
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"hello and welcome to my
house, may I offer you a pie? It is made from
the liquid I smear on my legs to remove the carrot-sized
stumps of hair growing from them."
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"Oh just kidding, I am really a linebacker
in disguise, tee hee. Now where is my pie?"
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