It's not every day you manage to spot a social disease in your lunch.
See it? VD!
Holy Mother of Goldschlager. Pewter Bear. You're back.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. We didn't ask you what you've been up to. We just commented that you were back. Like we haven't been missing you. At all.
That's right. Pukefucker. Let it soak into your thick, hateable pewter skull. We don't like you here. Hell, nobody ANYWHERE likes you, Pewter Bear. You're a miserable, kickable, douchetastic explosion of detestable mule droppings on a piss cart.
Hmm. True.
Friday, August 22, 2008
The Day I Found VD in My Salad.
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