It’s your favorite fat fuck of a Governor, Chris-Mother fuckin’-Christie, here to brighten up your miserable existences.
It’s Happy Hour in the land of common sense, and I’m feelin’ generous AF.
Send me your requests in the comments, for some top-notch, grade-A roastin’ of any online profile or comment that’s been grindin’ your gears, and I’ll serve it up hotter than a plate of fresh ravioli straight from Mama’s oven.
I’ll slice through the bullshit like a hot knife through butter and leave ‘em beggin’ for mercy.
But don’t expect me to hold your fuckin’ hand through it - you gotta earn it, sweetcheeks.
Prove to me you’re worthy of my time and wit by sendin’ me some prime targets.
Now, line up and let’s see what you got!
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Quite telling of your intelligence that you thought that was a quality insult.
How many helmets do you wear when you go outside to play hopscotch with all the other ahem… gifted 36 Olds?
I’d like to see you bite your ear, would you mind performing for us?
The stage is yours dum dum
I’ll bite my ear, when you can look down and see your own dick.
How about that fat boy ?