Have you ever gotten really drunk and just wanted to punch shit?
Here’s a word of warning then: Don’t hit a girl, she’s likely to tell.
Stupid bitch had a glass jaw anyway.
And now a poem, if you can truly call it that.
You Go To Dump The Whore’s Corpse,
And She’s Still Alive!
Boy was our face red when we opened the drunk.
Next time, I’ll choke the hoe, Chad, you amateur.
Well, I’ll see you next episode with another uplifting, heart-warming poem.
(Note: Original pictures from this older post have been accidentally lost to time.)