*Starts ramming the truck with my car*

Only one of them is gonna get crushed by Beverly.

I’M JIMMY, I’M THE BAWS, IF I WANNA BE THE PIG, JIMMY WILL BE THE PIG, GIMME THAT, I WANNA BE THE PIG, YEAH JIMMYS THE BAWS.

Each band member adopted an alias to protect their identity and as a nod to their sense of satirical humour. The band consists of Ron Hitler-Barassi as vocals; Humphrey B. Flaubert as vocals, programming; Jock Cheese as bass, guitar, vocals; Eugene de la Hot-Croix Bun as keys, vocals; Jon St Peenis as saxophone, vocals; Les Miserables as dancing, vocals; Leak Van Vlalin and Tokin’ Blackman as guitar; and Genre B Goode as vocals.

I legit thought that was a cheese grater in the thumbnail.

Because I’m a masochist and I refuse to be forced out by incompetence.

You can’t heal the past, but you can soothe the future.

Do what currently brings you joy, not what you believed would.

That’s just a medieval medical journal.

I dunno, can you?

Hey! Don’t fuckin bring me into this shit.

Hahahahahah yes, drink your toilet moonshine and die you disgusting fuck.

No love for Big Balls… That’s the most underrated ACCA DACCA song.

Cool, now it can read all the shitty spam or truth social begging emails I get.

Now go do that out in the real world and feel how amazing it feels to tell some asshole to go fuck themself, it’s part of my therapy now.

Ok.

Do it, it’s so much fun.

Looks like it’s saying " Did you just take a fucking picture of me?"

Everytime I hit no the image gets bigger and smaller… I just want out.

Jesus Christ, I thought he was like back from the dead for a second there.