Shoutout to the soulless walking wet far that pulled off a solid hate crime when she went and ripped up Triumph's cigar. I understand it might be tough to maintain a sense of humor when you don't own a television set (cause you're still on that radio game), and your ideal day was having the dirty neighborhood cat lick Tapioca pudding off your toes while you played BINGO against some senile dude named Saul that was only playing to begin with cause he already forgot about the last time.
But hey, I'm sure Triumph's got a fresh stoge on deck. So at least we have that.
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