We no speak english so nice so some of these make no sense perfectly. We many sorries.
May a barrel of homosexual Santa Clauses get stoned off of brains behind your Hispanic prostate.
May a crate of bloated lawyers paint a picture of Pez dispensers after having a "bad experience" with your jiggly bits.
May 96 diseased damn dirty scientists crossbreed with homeless a case of Zima by your freakin' huge naughty area.
May 512 diseased Bill Brasky impersonators mumble "those damned flaming maniacs" while they eat at the famous "House of Bareball Nut" and order mucus while performing a drive-by-shooting on your cross-dressing bottle of maple syrup.
May 32 fluid ounces of Swahilli extra-terrestrials exclaim "Oh yeah? You and what army!?" to refried beans while hiding out in your hairy umbrella.
May 911 ill-tempered Beenie Baby collectors snuggle with a barrel of monkeys while sniffing your eyeballs.
May one too many futuristic elves cry about the current state of iMacs while standing on your unusually small Prime Number Shitting Bear.
May a dozen depressed corpses suck on jelly beans while standing on your huge ass.
May a truckload of diabetic Helens slam down 'taters next to your moistened sand castle.
May a crowd of obese college basketball coaches smash beer cans on their squid tentacles while defecating on your mom's shower.
May 16 skilled wedding singers eat some poopie poopie poop poopity poop poop poopie poop poop poop-on-the-cob for dinner with evil ducks after pledging allegiance to your helicopter.
May 256 dinky porn stars watch the famous tear-jerker "Mrs. dirty pillows and her bananas" after they perform oral pleasure to WonderBras while sniffing your expensive July issue of Vintage Robot Porn Monthly.
May 62 genetically cloned five-assed comedians yell "Oh Snap!" to Bill Clinton next to your moistened dog.
May a dozen wired orcs put the smack down on carp by your mysterious hole.
May three bazillion inbred computer geeks dabble in the art of BackStreet Boys members after having a "bad experience" with your Indian panis... FOR ME TO POOP ON!
May one million wild computer geeks swing a Nerf Crotch-Bat at Barney while defecating on your homemade front porch.
May one million tanked assassins move to Houston with bananas in an evil parallel universe of your disfigured log.
May a hell of a lot of gun-toting garbage pail kids shove pitchforks into instant mashed-potatoes out from underneath your waste treatment center.
May you witness worried gynecologists clone Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles outside your refurbished gold tooth.
May a buttload of ripe Mr. Hankeys insert cheese into dust mites while getting it on with your platypus.
May negative 14 sexy damn dirty apes discuss that "not so fresh feeling" with monkey brains while laying on your petrified head.
May eleven outrageously huge tourists disrobe spicy chicken while having a bowel movement on your nose hair.
May 512 lice infested Helens spend the morning burping a rotting deer carcass while performing a full cavity search on your gigantic wazoo.
May an overabundance of free-balling maniacs beat lepers after consuming your secret excrement.
May 2,000 furious con artists watch the famous tear-jerker "Mrs. palm pilot and her web developers" after they play "hide the earlobes" with monkey Richard Simmons after abducting your spastic dumpster.
Insulter v2.0 BETA 6 by Mike Newman
Words by Ted Harapat, Mike Newman, and others
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