Die, Trumpie.

You wanted Homuculous.

They use shoats, or adolescent pigs, instead of piglets, but pretty much.

Right next to the seat-belt mounted car bottle openers, a drinking and driving product, I see. Big sellers in Texas, probably.

Especially the Economics Department!

Die immediately.

Real teens are ghastly fucking mouth-breathers. This is true.

Melanoma? I mean, Meliana?

DAMN IT, JANET! I HATE YOU!

Something that will fit on a t-shirt. Because they are morons.

Change your handle to Tits On A Boar Hog, because you are that useless.

You’re a childish fuckwit.

How about “This is a restaurant for grown-ups, and nobody asked you to bring your fucking toddler?” Stop thinking you’re entitled to things because you’ve spawned. It doesn’t make you or your goddamned kid special to anyone else.

Gyna!

Careful! They’re rippled!

Choke on a bag of dicks, you white trash scum.

The poor bastard was just ground to dust by the unrelenting shitstorm.

In that Donald Trump is an unspeakable, Chess-King-like, shame-inducing relic of the 1980s? YES!

Go with two. “Knob” is from a European-style half pound slab.

Not enough actual persecution. I say we rectify that!