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SURPRISE!
WE'RE
STUPID RETARDS!!!
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Some
flatheaded mutant shows off the latest Appleton
City fashion garment: Shit Shoes. Made from the
same material that composes your head, you four
eyed fungus factory.
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This
is the only way a goth girl will be able to get
a man between her legs. Hell, when you're some
Mary Manson worshipping loser, you'll take any
bone you can get. I wouldn't touch a goth broad
with a 20 foot electric nightstick, unless I'm
breaking it over their skull of course.
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Oh
wonderful, more blank shooting Failures of the
Justice League. Quick Robin, call Batman so he
can come over and throw your geeky ass off a bridge.
But where the hell is Batman anyway?
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Oh,
there he is, in the middle, with his buddies Queen
Sixpack and The Squirmy Biker. Quick gang, better
go solve a crime before mom gets home and tells
your zit-infested asses to go get a job at the
Cracker Barrel.
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Reggie
Henderson. His superpower is being so goddamn
ugly that it looks like he's being dragged through
a wind tunnel by angry horses. Hopefully that
shit isn't an airborn virus I can catch when
I'm introducing my crowbar to each and every
one of this fat meatskull's ribs.
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