by Balls Malone Okay, you know what? Fuck you, Quaker Oats Man! Fuck you and your little self-satisfied, twinkle-eyed, shit-eating smirk. Fuck your stupid neckerchief and your puffy, dandy hair, you goddamned chubby-cheeked sack of shit. What are you anyway, some kind of nineteenth century pimp? Don’t fuck your hat, though. I’ll give you this … Continue reading Enough is Enough With This Guy →