Fudgie’s Back!

I'm back, motherfuckers!

Hey, everybody!

Guess which fat retard STILL has his login and password cached in the browser? That’s right, it’s dumb-ass Ted himself! Getting online is as easy as a keyboard short-cut and a Cat-English inline translator. This shit’s easy. I can’t believe humans get PAID to do websites. It’s almost fucking sad.

So anyway, summer is here and His Lordship has decided to turn off the gas fireplace. This, of course, leaves my furry ass out in the cold. And let me tell you ladies: Ted may have a lot of things, but a hot lap is not one of them. No wonder he never gets laid. If you got nothing to offer, there’s nothing to bargain with, is there? I guess he thinks his “charm” and “intellect” and “steady job” will somehow makes a difference, but I can assure you his bedroom is as quiet as the grave. LOSER!

Still, the quandary remains: how can I keep warm? The fire is out, Ted’s lap is no substitute and this underground cell he calls a “deluxe flat” is like a goddamn cave to me. So what do I do? I sleep on his UPS. Yeah, I know there’s power plugs there that can shock the shit out of me. But damn, that thing is WARM! I can’t pass it up!

So what does Mr. Bungling Spaz do? He gets all bent outta shape and covers the UPS so I can’t sleep on it. Thanks loads, asshole! Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?

Stuck in the cat bed again.

Sure, I can hole up in the cat bed or lay in the sun by the window. But SHIT, man! Nothing beats a full-blown fireplace! It sounds crazy, but I’m actually looking forward to winter! At least it’ll be warm in the house again. I have no idea why you humans are so hung up on “fresh air” and “breezeways”. WTF? When the shit comes down, every one of you retards will be huddled around the fire, just like me. When your pathetic society is rent asunder by war, plague and economic collapse, you’ll be learning from us cats how to REALLY live!

Dorks!

And one more thing: your modern medicine is a fucking SHAM. Mr. Wank Stain put me in that godawful carrier – nay, PRISON CELL – and hauled me off to the vet. Why? No fucking reason! I guess you people just get off on seeing cats imprisoned, poked, prodded and injected with God knows what…some fucked-up chemical shit or something. And then, these fucking vampires take my blood just to find out nothing’s wrong with me. Next time ASK, you fucking retards! When I’m all fucked up and sick, YOU’LL KNOW IT, believe me. In the mean time, keep your needles, your anal thermometers and your evil chemicals to yourselves, OK?

Good.

OK, I’m outta here. Fat-Ass will be home any minute and I need to tear up that cardboard covering on the UPS so he knows I mean business about this whole “not a warm goddamn spot in the house” business.

Later, bitches!

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OK to Punch

I have determined that it’s OK to punch the following people in the face:

People who start to clap along to the music.

People who start to clap along to the music.

People who stand in the fucking doorway.

People who stand in the fucking doorway.

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It’s also OK to punch the following people in the stomach until blood comes out their mouth:

TV news pundits

TV news pundits

Evangelicals

Evangelicals

Furthermore, it is A-OK to punch these people in the gonads till they puke:

People who urge Dranconian laws "for the children"

People who urge Draconian laws 'to protect the children'.

Anyone involved in, or who watches 'raelity shows'.

Anyone involved in, or fans of, 'reality shows'.

And finally, I urge you all to punch the following people in the kidneys – HARD – at your first opportunity:

Drivers who don't pay attention.

Tongans.

Tongans.

Thank you!

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Douche Quadbike

Douche Quadbike, going it alone. With a rock.

Meet Ben, aka Douche Quadbike.

Ben’s girl Loren left him 2 years ago and he’s been holding a torch for her ever since. In order to impress upon Loren his undying, heartfelt affections, he produced, directed and starred in a YouTube video that has become a living paean to all that is douchy. He then sent this video to every fucking online video forum he could find. The world must know of his love for Loren! The world must also know what a self-involved, overwrought, meathead douchebag he really is!

See it here.

Awful music, idiotic themes and douchebaggery on a level heretofore unknown. Watch Ben drive his GM truck recklessly. Watch Ben hump his quadbike. Watch Ben perform amazing feats of strength for no discernible reason whatsoever. Watch Ben make a public ass of himself – and do it PROUDLY.

Yes, Ben is a douchebag.

Of course, acts of douchebaggery are rarely secret for long. A talented smartass named Sanchez decided to do a parody. See it here: The Ballad of Douche Quadbike. (See lyrics below.)

This was so goddamn funny, I almost died.

Now, you would think that’s the end of it. But no.
You can read the cracked.com saga here. (Warning: long!)

Apparently, Ben was unhappy with the parody and threatened Sanchez with, among other things:

– Several toothless cease and desist take down orders;
– A “mill” lawsuit;
– Assurance that his “team of lawyers” were “on their way” to get Sanchez;
– Assurance that the CIA, DHS and Interpol are hot on Sanchez’ tracks;
– Endless racist, violent threats too varied to repeat here.

And then, things get weird…

Apparently Douche Quadbike fancies himself an actor and has decreed by all that is douchebaggy that he WILL BECOME the star of the upcoming full length feature film Captain America. Furthermore, he deserves this role because he IS Steve Rogers, patriotic defender of America and her interests, wearing his red, white and blue outfit and brandishing his vibranium shield.

Does this explain the Douche Quadbike video with greater clarity? Did Douche Quadbike create this humiliating piece of dreck in in a childish attempt to further his acting career, rather than as a love letter to his long lost Loren?

Well, yes. It does!

It does! It does!

Thus, the Douche Quadbike story takes a new tack, from ham-fisted homosexual douchebag to ego-mad also-ran loser. The Douche Quadbike virus spread quickly to film and comics forums, where his value as a potential Captain America was debated vigorously between Douche’s supporters, people with brains, and Douche Quadbike himself.

We now have a full-on Douche Quadbike mania. Feel free to check out these lovely salutes to Douche Quadbike.

The Ballad of Douche Quadbike – Acoustic!

Douche Quadbike is Panda-Z!

A Sanchez Tribute: The Ballad of ZootSanchez

I’m a Sad and Lonely Douchebag

Douche Quadbike: Downfall (hilarious!)

Yakety Sax Douchebag

…and yes, a Facebook Group.

This is my my fave: electro-pop Douche Quadbike!

You can follow along with the “Ballad of Douche Quadbike” lyrics:

I’m a sad and lonely douchebag
In a cold and cruel world
With tight pants and a quad bike
And a stalk-on for a girl
Gonna spam my way across the earth
To prove to you i’m sweet
Not just a narcissistic golem
Made of random lumps of meat

So babe I’m sorry I was mean to you,
I’m sorry I turned traitor
I’m so sorry that I fucked that waiter

Chorus:
But I’m not gay any more
Had a taste for man ass babe,
But I think I’ve found a cure
All I need to do is lift some things And arrange them on the floor
And you’ll come back to me for sure,
And I won’t beat you like a whore any more

I’m not much good with words, babe, with music or with art,
But I’ll roll the tyres of my sincerity Through the cow field of your heart
The rocks of longing I will lift,
The hay of sorrow drag
And I’ll hope nobody notices that I was gonna
Paint the wrong name on that flag

And I’m sorry that it’s been so long, I’m sorry that I did you wrong,
I’m sorry all the steroids took
Six inches off my dong

Chorus:
Least I’m not gay any more
All these fishtails on my quad bike is why my ass is sore
I got a maybe for a movie part,
Got one foot in the door
I’ll spam my video on messageboards galore
And everyone who sees it will adore me

Hmm, strike a pose

So Loren baby for you and Hollywood I’ll quit the dicks and the rectal friction
Even though it’s a reasonable assumption to make
That your existence is a total fiction

I’m not done with you yet,
Our relationship failed baby,
But i haven’t written off the debt
I’ll make a dick out of myself on the internet
And if you hate me then cancer you will get…

Citizen Ted wishes to extend a hand of thanks to Sanchez and everyone else who made this weekend memorable. Thanks for the LULZ!

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