TrollCop always gets his man! Or in this case, very feminine man! Or maybe it's a mannequin! I don't fucking know how to identify genders in this godforsaken hellhole of a town!

Tom Berringer looks at his video game package and anticipates getting the power up and winning the game. His chubby buddy Scott Hendrickson adjusts Tom's package and anticipates getting his power up and winning the game. I anticipate losing my lunch and strategically implanting those computer television screens into their chest cavity. I fucking hate computer games and that kind of geekass shit.


Pasty wad of white trash Erik Meyers shows off the results of his rigorous training program that includes eating butter sandwiches and drinking beer from the urinal cake at The Red Letter Bar in downtown West Appleton. I'd back my Chrysler over this reject but I don't have any cleaning shit that removes redneck from my paint.

80,000,000 rats were killed to make Emelda Scrimm's coat. That's like a week of dinner for her.

Doughboy Thomas and his Technicolor strands of forehead pubes. Keep growing them out, pasteclown, it'll just make it easier for me to mop my basement with your oversized skull. I think my goddamn water heater is leaking down there, so I tried to fix it by slamming it with a wrench, but that didn't work. If any of you shits know how to fix a leaking water heater, send me a mail message. On second thought, don't bother, because I don't want to talk to any of you retarded gascraps.