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I
honestly don't know what the fuck this is or how
to put it back together again. I just gave up
on trying to reassemble it after I got bored and
decided that it would be easier to move if I put
it inside a banana shipping crate and threw it
into Lake Meatshores. If you look closely, you
can still see the nipples burning holes into your
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DJ
Back Seat shows off the cash his mom gave him
to get a haircut at Clip N' Snips. One time I
had sex with a Vietnamese prostitute who cut people's
hair in the back of a recon jeep. After we were
done, I refused to give her full price so she
threw gasoline on me and shouted some kind of
ancient Egyptian Indian curse on me, trying to
turn me into a vampire or some shit. I punched
her in the eye and threw her into a swamp that
had a tire in it. Those were the days. Not like
today, where kids don't have any fucking respect
for veterans like me.
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WELCOME
TO THE DEEP FRIED TUMOR DIMENSION
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One
time I busted into the MacKenzie's house and while
I was fighting off their pet bear / dinosaur in
the living room, I spotted a gold watch in their
toilet. So I ran over there and stuck the plunger
in the john to get me the fucking gold watch,
but then the bear / dog thing attacked me again
so I left the plunger in the toilet and went back
to defending the USA from the commie bastard mutant
creature thing. Then that deadbeat kid, Ronny
MacKenzie, came in and went to take a shit and
didn't even bother pulling the plunger handle
from the toilet before sitting down on it. This
is why I hate this ratfucking jackcrap city and
will move as soon as I win the Lucky Potluck scratch
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Tile
Troll protects his kingdom of furniture from intruders.
I stole a giant cauldron from the Cauldron Hut
down off Main and 17th Street, then squeezed out
all his facial juice into it. After putting it
on his stove for a few hours, I eventually had
enough flaming oil to turn this flaming shitball's
house into a damn fiery inferno which took the
Appleton City firefighters about ten hours to
put out. It serves them right, I once saw a firefighter
snorting cocaine in a movie, so those drug addicted
sons of bitches should work for their coke cash,
goddammit. In my day, we didn't have drugs and
even if we did, we were too poor to afford them.
You want to know how the shitheads in my day got
"high"? The hung around the exhaust
vent at the coal mine after hours. While I was
sitting there and busting my back to shovel coal
into a giant steam furnace, those punks were getting
"high" off coal juice. So that's why
I threw my BBQ grill off the highway overpass
last week. |
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OH
GOOD GOD, CATCH AND RELEASE, THROW THEM THE HELL
BACK!!!
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