Please, For The Love Of All That Is Holy Do Not Subject A Poor, Innocent Dog To That Vile Creature.

Please, for the love of all that is holy do not subject a poor, innocent dog to that vile creature.

Full offense: I fucking hate the clown. Full stop.

Ken, or Jeff, whatever the fuck his real name is, can go fuck himself. His mother can go fuck himself. And his dog can go fuck himself. I will purchase him a dog just in case he doesn’t have one just so I can tell it to go fuck itself.

Fuck him.

Fight me if you disagree. I will give you both of these hands. Live in another state? Gimme a place to be, I’ll book the flight I’ll meet you at first light behind the Wendy’s where Hobo Jim can spectate.

Fuck him!

And I can hear the clown lovers now: Oh, it’s just because you like him just like us and don’t realize it.

Nope!

I have specific clowns that I’d let fuck me, and even though I respect y’all in whatever you wanna fantasize about (like I’m sure there’s those out there that’d say I’m a real messed up puppy for saying I’d let the doctor fuck me till I couldn’t stand for a week), Mr. Chase is most certainly not one!

He’s looking at my fingers when he should be worried about catching these hands! I’ll replace my goddamned feet with hands just so I can punch then scissor kick/punch him in the head! Go and absolutely choke to death on your own noxious fumes, you big ugly prick!

*inhale*

FUUUUUUUUUCK!