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>>23588 Kyllä harjoittavat luopumista siinä
>>23589 >>23588 teen kans tota mut en askarte luilla
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Hey, I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but I bet you remember the 2011 animated series Bob’s Burgers, which Fox had developed as a replacement for the late great King of the Hill, another family-friendly comedy that the network cancelled prematurely to satisfy the outrage of the incoming President Obama administration against the program’s portrayal of omnigender plant and animal life. As a marine biologist by trade and television animator by night, I can’t reveal my sources as to how I knew about the original pilot to Bob’s Burgers, but let me just tell you that it wasn’t exactly family friendly. In fact, it was about as meant for kids as Ted Kennedy driving a Lamborghini by a subterranean river after having several too many cosmopolitans. It makes me want to throw up the battery acid that I accidentally consumed when I was a child and my parents were away, just how horrible, horrifying, disgusting and sinister this particular episode of Bob’s Burgers was and forever will be. So, sit back in your easy chair and try to take it easy, because what I’m about to tell you will shock you to the bone so hard that you’ll need to ingest extra
Bob Belcher was making french fries out of his daughter! He dipped her in the horrible, trans fatty (I can only assume) fry oil and tossed her into the vat as she presumably died instantly. I would have screamed loud enough for the neighbors to call the police if not for the fact that I still hadn’t regained my voice from the previous antics. Bob… Bob Belcher… he took a bite out of Louise’s hat! He then left her in the fry vat where her corpse presumably marinated. “All I ever wanted was to eat a hat. But father wouldn’t let me. Instead, I had to open a burger restaurant and kill my only daughter. I…” Bob started sniffing. Bob was crying. “I am so sorry…”. Just that, Bob’s androgynous Buddy Holly glassing daughter Tina ran up the stairs. “Dad, I thought I heard a noise—“ Bob Belcher shot Tina in the face. Well, not so much shot her in the face, but he belched from across the room and it formed some sort of green, mucusy paste substance in the air and engulfed her nostrils as a gas, or a liquid perhaps, I don’t know, but the animation showed it surrealistically emanating all the way up to her brain before her brain cartoonishly held up an “Exit, stage right.” sign and it… ah… it blew up. Chunks of brain matter rained down from the heavens (the roof was gone somehow) as Bob Belcher danced around, flapping his arms. “It’s raining men!” What the—Bob Belcher was making fun of his late daughter’s gender? I had just about had it with this episode until Bob’s special needs child son Gene fell down from the roof. He had what looked like an incontinence garment tied to his pants, perhaps a metaphor for his psychological handicap.
“Dad, I’m gay.” Bob belched in Gene’s face and his bones exploded and somehow, like claymation or stop motion or I don’t even know, over the span of maybe half a minute formed into a skeleton with a chattering jaw. It… it opened the refrigerator, grabbed what looked like an elongated candy cane of perhaps several feet, and Gene started dancing. Then he started… singing. “Burgers for breakfast, burgers for lunch/I failed out of school/My brain needs a crutch/And so are the people/Who enjoy this program/I know you’re watching this tape/Your name is…”. “Oh, shut the hell up.” Bob mumbled that quickly before belching out his loudest, presumably smelliest, most obnoxious belch yet. It was so repugnant, so massive, and throbbing, pulsating like a giant mutant teenage ninja turtle’s heart that had turned to a martian green from some sort of unholy shell parasite that rot it to the very fiber of its being, as the entire burger restaurant went up in flames and smoke, like the devil’s unholy joke, and it was. Just. awful.
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>>155 checked >>161 >>206 blessed thread
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