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All creepiness aside, watching Sunny in Philly in the theater sounds like a lot of fun. Thunder Gun Express!!

Just stay away from fuggs, or you won't have any meat afterwards.

The last story is hilarious. Y'all probably scared him, more than he scared y'all. The first story is creepy. I have seen many theaters claim to be haunted. An historic theater, with all of the history, seems like a perfect location for spirits to wander. I'll admit, theaters give me the creeps. No matter how old or new they are. Just something about them.

Her titty stretch marks look like a road map of Colorado.

(Tosses a whole chicken in the washing machine with a load of clothes).

The one picture I saw, that's exactly what it looked like. I was waiting on the dude from the commercial to start his commentary. "Arby's. We have the meats!"

Settle down. You are on the brink of jackin' off with a Brill-O pad. (Use Dawn dish detergent to clean your pork chop before toasting it).

No sir, I do not. My eyes want to take a suicide jump out of my head just thinking about it.

All the nopes, bro. All of them. It took like 4 months to get that image erased. Nope. And I will click zero spoilers. Nope. Learned that lesson the hard way.

Alright. I know I've been out of the loop for a while, but is this a picture of ghostrek? And doesn't he have a YouTube channel?

My bad. I thought I had it figured out. Can't win 'em all.

I've spent a lot of time looking for them, and so far, I have to agree.

Yep. That hot.

At the moment, I have to agree.

Tell me your true encounters.

I rinse all meat off before preparing it. If you rinse it off like a person who has some sense, it won't splash all over the place and contaminate anything. Been doing it forever, and never contaminated anything. Fuck the CDC. They are telling you not to rinse it so they can unleash the zombie apocalypse. Now, excuse me while I go cook my pork chop in the toaster oven.

Fuggs and Nabs are pieces of shit.

Nabs shoves a stick up his ass, and the seismic waves attract the worms living in his intestines. The homeless piece of shit.

The only thing that blew out was your fat belly. Looks like a semi-truck had a flat.

Your titty's stretch marks look like a fucking road map of Colorado.

The one and only? You piece of shit.

You totally misread what I said, retard. Didn't mention your kid. That was you and your mom. Jesus.

Looks like Boo Berry had a circle jerk on your head.

Fuggs: Mommy. Everyone at school has Jordan's. Can I have a pair too? Mommy: No. I'm not selling the food stamps for some damn sneakers, you piece of shit. Now put on those Jordache's.

Yes. She can put a bag over your head.