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Info on this Fanatical Fundy Freak
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Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber, AKA Who are they kidding? Two perfect examples of why teenage fundies can't be cool irregardless of what they wear. The ugly one, oops let me be more clear, the stupid one, ummm, let me try again, okay the loser with the Carrot Top wannabee hair parades around in sweatbands that he must have found at a Stryper concert in the 80s and wears a leather jacket that says "Punk." Does this geek even understand what a punk is? Punks are ant-establishment anarchists from England, they are not ultra-religious fundamentalists tools who advocate fascism. I guess his sister, the "wish I could get people to think I'm a hippy rather than some inbred, genetic loser that can't find my way around the toothpaste section in Wal-Mart bitch," probably did it for her high school home-EC course to impress that cute guy in the front row with dreadlocks who wouldn't fuck her with Conway Twitty's penis. The Carrot Top poser, Tweedledumb must think he is some imposing force for Jesus as he struts around with his out-thrust chest like some horny cock looking for some chicken to molest. Face it benchwarmer, you are about as intimidating as Larry King in a Family Circus comic. If Tweedledumb is the brawn, Tweedledumber must be the brains. Oh she's smart all right, she might even beat a cantaloupe in a spelling bee if she gets all the monosyllable words. If these people are the future of the anti-abortion movement then I'll put my dick in the mashed potatoes. |
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