Oh, dear, what have we gotten ourselves into?
Seriously, screw this guy. This article might seem like some kind of "funny" joke but I assure you that I'm not kidding around. Big Chungus has ruined my goddamn life. I can't tell you how many times I've ran into this sniveling, rancid fat Bugs Bunny-wannabe and punched holes through countless monitors out of anger. He's taken my kids, my wife, and my job. Big Chungus has ruined my family. Last summer I approached the miserable fat bastard on the streets trying to get an autograph because my son was a huge fan. Turns out he didn't write the autograph, instead he drew a bunch of swastikas and penises. To top it all off, after the autograph, he shoved an exploding cigar in my mouth, lit it and told me to burn in hell. Now I'm divorced, and I'm planning a huge class-action lawsuit against Big Chungus. I've had enough of this fat devil. Your time is almost up, Chungus. You're fucking going down. And I'm gonna make sure that everyone you've ever wronged will get their revenge.
