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Mickey
"Flaming Nipples" O'Malley shows off
his goods to the Ramada Inn housecleaning staff,
hoping that they'll let him stay an extra night
for free. Why? Because he lives in a filthy fucking
box in the alleyway outside Dairy Queen. Sometimes
I walk by the box and piss all over it and tell
Mickey that it's raining. Then he comes out and
I beat in his skull with a garbage can lid.
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This
is why I never joined the pansy-ass Marines. You
won't ever see crap like this go on in the Navy,
no sir. They have a special screening process
for the Navy. After you fill in your address on
the application form, they look at it and if it
says "APPLETON CITY" then they put a
bullet through your head on the spot. They tried
to do that to me, but I used some the Kung Fu
shit I learned from the guy who runs Arby's and
they said "Wow Cliff, we want you on our
side" and then they promoted me to Captain
and I solved a mystery and jumped my car over
a ravine too. I was a fucking war hero, goddammit,
and if somebody tells you I was dishonorably discharged
then they're lying because they're jealous of
the 42 fighter planes I shot down during the war
with Yemen.
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Cinderella
checks the Inter-net for her dwarves! Oh wait,
maybe that was Snow White. Whatever. Fuck you.
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Your
goddamn vacation's over, Mike Fleming ate Disneyworld.
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"I
PROCLAIM THIS SWINGSET TO BE PROPERTY OF THE DARK
LORD NOSFERATU. BREAK OUT THE CURE TAPES!"
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Oh
no! The moron fratboy is drunk and too weak to
protect himself from Lobster Linda! Lobster Linda
always attacks her victims when they're drunk.
She tried to pull that crap on me at the Golddigger
one night until I punched her in the stomach and
threw her off a bridge.
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