I caught the little fucker beating off in the remote section of the library.
He had just finished desecrating a May 1964 copy of National Geographic and was eyeing an issue of Muscle Media, the one with Roger on the front, the horny little bastard.
I put on my rubber gloves, grabbed him by his...
If any of you see him tell him I am looking for him.
You cannot miss him, he looks like this:
5'8
118lbs
curly red hair like howdy doody
pimply face
flood pants pulled to high up his waist
rubber boots
wearing a sailor hat
most likely carrying what looks to be a smelly plain brown paper bag
Well that little son of a bitch evaded me again.
I know he has been caught in the janitors closet many times due to his slop bucket fetish.
Maybe I will check there.
Where are you Balls of Steel???
You did not show up to Miss Dundurns remedial finger painting class this morning!!!
I called your house to ask your parents where the hell you were. Your Grandpa answered the phone and told me some story about losing his job to some black guy. I didn't believe...