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Oh,
can you feel it kick? You can't? Well I'm sure
you'll feel me kicking your geeky white ass out
the sixth story window.
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I
AM AMBASSADOR PARTY FUCK! I DEMAND MORE IDIOTIC
CHARMS BE LAID UPON ME! AMBASSADOR PARTY FUCK
SAYS SO!
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John
Garrison's mug photo. Somebody forgot to tell
him that although mailbox molestation is generally
accepted and encouraged in Appleton, it doesn't
go over too well outside the city gates. I hope
he gets the electric chair.
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Well
well well, looks like somebody is MEETING NEW
FRIENDS ON THE CYBER WORLD! Hey fatso, I hope
you have fun with Sexylady3829, it's really your
dad.
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"ROWWWWRRRRR!
Go back and mount your horse, you shitkickin dirt
farmer. Yee-haw! ROWWWWRRRWWWRR!!!"
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Looking
good there, Doughboy.
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