You forehead fucks. You fistfuckers. You fuckpluckers. What a bunch of
ballsaqs. Trolls and the billy goats who love them. The rumors of the
serious assumers. You fighead pucks. You puckhead pukes. You pukeface
bags. You rotgut Huns.

Among all the lozenges of beige words, the beige woods cut down to make
toilet paper for the knobby, constipated asses of Whiteton USA. Multiple
personalities gibber and squeak, like the sheeted dead, and smite the
sledded Polacks. The arbiters come and swirl their weak melted icedeas.
You pudhammers. Fudslammers. Butthammers. Binkslackers. Pinkhummers.
Fudpickers. Pigfaggers.