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Oh
hooray, some retarded white guy doing something
fantastically stupid, you don't really see enough
of that shit on my page. Good work, moron.
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Ever
since the stroke, Doug Fleming thought he was
a Professional Bass Fisherman. Nobody had the
heart (get it?) to tell him that he wasn't within
10 miles of a lake and he was spending all his
time fishing for garbage at the local waste dump.
Poor bastard.
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Wow,
what a sexy party. Somebody please shove these
goth fuckups back into the damn cake they popped
out of.
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More
mentally handicapped goths. Satan likes his disciples
to dress like flaming retards so when they die
he can split up his minions' souls with God by
just saying, "Yeah, I get all the jackasses
wearing black duct tape and napkins. You can have
the rest."
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Crazy
Cowboy and Deputy Dipshit bust into the men's
room to dispense some backdoor justice. Yes, they
live in an one-horse town, and no, you don't want
to know what that horse is used for.
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No!
Just because it smells like bacon doesn't mean
it tastes like bacon! Some of the more
crafty idiots in Appleton City have learned to
trick others with "The Ol' Bacon Switcharoo"
tactic.
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