Charry Boom* – Inbred Fucktard
Boy, I tell you what! Ole Clyde and I sure have some good times! Why he just loves it when I bring home another case of Peter Pan Extra Crunchy Peanut Butter. He knows what’s on the way! The excited whimpering starts almost immediately and he usually gets so excited that he just starts running as fast as he can! When I finally track him down he’s all tuckered out and ready for fun! He especially loves Saturday’s cus that’s Steak Day! Sometimes he starts running on Friday! Decorum prevents me from going into detail regarding Steak Day but I can tell you it involves a telephone, some Tabasco Sauce, and my well traveled anus.
Clyde the Doberman
For the love all that is holy and otherwise, stop fucking me you crazy redneck! Between that asshole’s peanut butter parties and fucking Steak Day, life is not being very kind to ‘Ole Clyde’ these days. You know, he may look like a fat, stupid redneck that no woman would come near with a barge pole, but he can move pretty quickly when he wants him some Clyde! He’s got one brain cell and it’s just my luck that it’s programmed to track my ass. And my mouth. Fuck. If I see one more jar of fucking peanut butter I’m going to lose my shit. I would have already lost it if he didn’t spend half his time pounding Fabio the cat. And don’t even get poor Fabio started on ‘Tuna Day’.
If that fat jackwagon rubs one more ribeye on his nuts and comes at me I’m going to rip them off. I shouldn’t be surprised, this fucking retard is in Minnesota, the state that brought you the wisdom of Michele Bachman. He makes her look like Stephen Hawking. Maybe I’ll go live with her, sure the peanut butter wouldn’t change but at least I wouldn’t have to endure Steak Day. Who the fuck am I kidding, 10:1 that bitch has a strap on. Fuck! #SaveClyde!
*Names have been changed to protect the fat, stupid, inbred and fucktarded.