Gill-nets have devastated the world’s fisheries!

No-Bullshit-Federal-Pound-Me-In-The-Ass Prison, I dearly hope.

Kindly keep the late Doctor Thompson’s name out of your whore mouth!

Or a chin on a man.

Fake mythology and sagas every bit as dull and savage as the real thing! 

They were both wretched stylists.

He’s more goomba-adjacent, just like his Old Man. He was taken to Kiss The Fuckin’ Ring when he turned twelve, though. Eric is a slobbers, so he wasn’t.

40 x 53 mm would break your shoulder.

NZ is also pretty earthquake prone.

He’s not really known for explaining his plots at length.

All you are is dust in the wind.

Vert-Her-Go.

That gentleman was bent on stabbing himself to death with a tiny little knife.

Please. A travelling carnival actually CALLED “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves” is more organized than this jackleg outfit!

I wish you profound ill.

It was a fun time to be a kid, in a “Holy fuck, how am I still alive?” way.

Sit on it.

I think we can safely say that the parenting of the 1970s and 1980s was not child-centered.

Because it was a front for The Mob.

This is Exhibit A in The Parade of Shitheads, Dummy.