MY FACE!

CLIFF YABLONSKI HATES THESE PEOPLE:

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: Agh! Run! They're not using the pingpong paddle to play a game! They're using it to tenderize your fat ass! You're dinner, you bloated load of cheesesteak! On second thought, perhaps your meaty carcass will stave off those ham demons for a few hours or so. That'll give me time to load the shotgun and chug a few bottles for courage.

: Hey look, it's not Mickey Mouse, it's, uh, um... uh... Mickey Shitbag. I didn't put too much thought into writing this one because I don't give a fuck if you morons find me funny or not and you all can stop reading my goddamn web page for all I care.

: Bride or groom? I'll take "YETI" for 500, Alex.

: As you can tell, goths have a hard time seeing, what with all their gay lover's "special sauce" splattered across their ugly face. Get a set of balls and kill yourself already, you bitching little troll, and stop fucking whining about it. Do the deed, you pansy.

: Chester the Parrot Molester tries to hide, but little does he know, plastic white chairs don't fool aluminum baseball bats. I bashed that clownfucker so hard that he shit an entire row of teeth into the toilet that night.

: "I HAVING TROUBLE WITH PRESCRIPTION GLASSES. HAS ANYBODY SEEN MY GODDAMN DIGNITY?"