Ted Rall for June 15, 1998
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No offense Man 1: No offense, but I hate pretentious faggots. Man 2: That's cool... Whenever I encounter bigoted douchebag inbred twits, I feel like puking all over them, no offense. Man 1: Hey, no offense, you look like a dead pig's penis slathered with feces from its own mother. Man 2: You'd look great swinging by your feet, pumped full of holes by a posse of child molesters. No offense! Man 1: You're truly a tribute to what man could do if he hadn't evolved beyond the lark stage... no offense Man 2: No offense, but your Mom turns tricks on high street for $2 credit freely given. Man 1: None taken. Man 2: Ditto