177 - I fantasize about murdering my kids' toys

Some day, when Rody's feeling all sweet and happy and orange, I'm gonna slip up behind his always-left-out, trip-you-in-the-middle-of-the-night ass and bleed him real quite like. And no one's ever gonna know what happened to ol' Rody. And I'm just gonna be grinning like all getout.

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