Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

I was just saying to my wife recently, “Honey, you know what I really want for Christmas?”

“What’s that, sweetie?” she said.

“Half a dozen empty Johnnie Walker Red bottles.”

This is gonna be the Best Christmas Ever!


Author: Paul Krendler

The Thinking Man's Zombie

9 thoughts on “Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!”

  1. Hahahaha Ssshhhhh... don't jinx it! Neal and many others will be very disappointed if you scare the malicious monster away from its FAILsuit.

    Can't you just picture it? That grotesque freak, stomping rolling along carrying a stack of paper; all full of sh*t indignant fury of the kind only a true DUMBF**K can, making what it hopes are scary pronouncements, modeled after things others have said that terrified the mewling monster.

    As the St. Francis fungus gleefully imagines the lamentations of their women, one of those it will certainly grind into dust; one of those who will plead and beg for mercy, foolishly dares to step out into the path of the malodorous mutant monstrosity's certain vengeance. The furious freakshow shreiks! The papers fly into the air! It craps its diaper (again), and rolls away as quickly as its testicle-feet will shuffle, leaving a stream of fear-pee in its wake.

    Of course, in this instance, reality will no doubt be even more FUN!

  2. To the horde and our friends:

    May you and yours be blessed, and have much for which to be thankful!

  3. Happy Thanksgiving, all! And thanks for the lulz, Blob!

    A few things, DUMBFUCK.

    1. An obvious false flag is an obvious false flag.

    2. Zombie sites get traffic. Team Pedophile sites don't. Guess which one that is.

    3. You've already done it, DUMBFUCK.

  4. Hope that furniture was from Aaron's or Rent-a-Center and they won't mind the mayo ...

    Cause he's overweight just himself on the scooter, no way he can move his furniture on that thing when he gets booted out again....

  5. Check this out, numbers 19, 8, and 5 seem to be make with bs in mind.


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