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Amanda
Gatsby. As you can tell from the photo, that marble
unicorn is the only thing capable of being horny
within a 500-mile radius of her butter-filled
bag of a body.
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Count
Crotchula casts the horrible spell of "DRIFTING
EYEBALL +23" against the Goth Minivan of
Terror!
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Mike
Melvinson. I can't remember if this photo was
taken after or before I tossed his ugly skull
into the deep fryer at Wendy's. I guess it doesn't
really matter.
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Some
malformed lump of white trash attempts to muscle
up so he can defend his trailer park from the
Wrath of Yablonski. No dice there, Captain Crapshoot.
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Emperor
Lumpy welcomes you to the East Appleton Homemade
Mayonnaise Making Festival. Short and stubby fingers
like his often fuck up my weedwacker when I'm
taking the liberty of making his body less morally
offensive.
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The
Greasy Vampire prepares to strike another victim.
He stores their lifeblood in those gigantic
irritated patches of craters on his face. I
dont know who the hell that broad is in that
pic, but I'd fuck her 8 ways from Saturday.
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