I HATE YOU PAGE 141

Judging by the evidence presented in this picture, "Linux" is the name of a very flaming man who probably enjoys having rolling pins inserted up his anal cavity. Nice fanny pack, Inspector Punchingbag.

Just imagine all the raw failure lactating from this cretinous slob's nipples. I'd kick his ass myself, but I don't want my foot to vanish inside one of his many bloated folds.

The White Trash Militia prepares to defend their trailer home from jackbooted governmental thugs. Looking good there, you addlebrained tubs of shit. I hope at least one of you dies in a tragic NASCAR accident.

"HELLO LADIES! I PROTECT THE MAGIC WOODS FROM TROLLS! I AM BOBBA FAT, STAR TRACK KNIGHT."

Friendly advice to anybody staying overnight in an Appleton City hotel: BURN THE BEDSHEETS AND BRING YOUR OWN.

Even more friendly advice to anybody staying overnight in an Appleton City hotel: don't fucking bother. Instead of leaving a small chocolate bar under your pillow, they leave this. If you think that thing is huge, imagine the size of the dog's ass where it fell from.

The Moron in the Iron Mask. Fuck you too, buddy.