I admit it.
I don't much care for the Three Stooges. They just aren't that funny.
But you goddamned Four Horsemen really piss me off. I'm sick and fucking tired of mucking out the stalls at the Apocalypse Ranch while you guys ride all over Hell and Creation doing the same tired-ass old schtick you've worn out years ago. It's getting old. I can't shovel a sandpaper-handled pitchfork-full of hellbound horseshit without being reminded of your sorry lame asses.
That goes double for you, Pesty. Either start wearing underwear or clean your own goddamn saddle.
Fuck this job.
I quit.
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