Posts Tagged “angst”

I recently hit over 5000 unique views, which is quite odd as I don’t tell anyone to read what I put here, because I’m not a moron.

So, I decided to give a little back to my viewers.

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Okay, I lied. The truth is I hate everyone so much that I edit their face and imagine them being bludgeoned, repetitively, by the blunt end of a trident. To calm my nerves, I photoshop their picture with a fat dude, so every time I want to remove their spleen with my bare hands, I simply laugh at how stupid their new look is. It works great.

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You may remember the fat dude — we’ll call him Harold — from a previous entry.

FATTY
Hey, Harold. We’ll be deciding whether a picture deserves a facepunch or not. Unfortunately, most people won’t be worthy of such respect, but give it a few years and I’m sure enough angst will be spewed like lava fresh from the mohorovachic.

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Hippy definitely gets a facepunch. I mean, look at him… don’t you just want to punch him in the face? I know I do. He’d enjoy it though, and would likely consume my hand as well.

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Dave is quite proud of himself. However, he is only worthy of praise; not facepunching.

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While Ash does erroneously think she has over 9000 awesome points when she doesn’t, this still isn’t worthy of a facepunch.

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Stop staring at me like that, Casey.

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Erin torments me constantly about her failure to beat me in any game. Even so, this does not warrant the glory of a facepunch. My apologies.

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Even my sister can’t escape my wrath.

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Flake is a ham so I just pasted Ben Stein’s face on him. I fucking hate Ben Stein. Two punches for you, asshole.

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Forn does promote evil authoritarian behaviour, but it’s contained. Barely.

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Gustaf, please. Take a seat.

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Jess would cause grave damage to the fist with her stench. No thanks.

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Refer to this. That’s reason enough.

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Why the long face, Mark? Oh, I went there!

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Neg wants to eat me.

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Rob kinda turned out like something by Picasso. Maybe I should be an artist.

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Sam’s true identity finally surfaces!

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After witnessing Sara’s war crimes, I often sought revenge.

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Sarah really smells awful.

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Trent has three heads to compensate for more rage.

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I always hated Nelson.

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This picture would have been perfect for Shooting Gallery.

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Of course, this wouldn’t be complete without myself in it. But, as you can see, I’m actually Denny Crane. And who would want to punch good old Denny?

No-one.