In one of my favorite pastimes, I hook some bottom-feeding slug near the South Appleton River. I had to throw her back though, because judging by that dented skull of hers, she's probably been contaminated by the medical waste that seeps out of the PVC piping near the plastic flamingo factory downstream.

FAT TITBUCKET: "Hey, is that your mom on that Inter-Net picture?"

ASIAN SLIMEBALL: "Yeah. How the heck did she fit three parking cones into her? She told me she could only do two."

The "after" photo from the time I broke into Maynard Ellison's house and shoved 15 urinal cakes into the diseased little fuck factory's mouth. The only thing that could save him was a hot man injection. Too bad his fat friend took a "strongly suggested" dive out a four-story window before he had the chance to bring him back. One time I saw a UFO in the woods. I flipped it off.

BACK TO HELL WITH YOU, FISH DEMON!!!

Oh shit, The Human Buffet seeks revenge for his Fish Demon son's eternal damnation. You've never felt pain before until you're pistol-whipped by a mantit.