Sunday, April 30, 2006

 

Amazing. You can see spoiled the Pattersons are having to drive out the to the landfill, expelling many car fumes, instead of waiting till next garbage pick-up. And they buying several cars, thereby more polluting the atmosphere. I hope the seagulls peck your sanctimonious fuckin face off


Smart? He's 'general manager' of a gas station coffee shop owned by his high school bud-erino.
'Hello there. I'm perfect, unlike philandering Therese. Oh wait, in real-life I divorced my first husband and even admitted it was partly because of my arrogance. Fortunately I married someone in John who knows he's second to me, that he's my bitch'


What's with the prissy shot, 3rd image? Then there's the fourth image, where he's all goofy, giggle giggle giggle, yet maintains his handsomeness. What can't he do an 'er' face? Let's remind ourselves the real Michael is a fat fuck:

Thursday, April 27, 2006

 

That hand on the shoulder is awkward and wierd-looking. It would have looked more natural had he had a reassuring hand on his package.
Too bad your going to hell for divorcing, Anthony, HELL

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

 




She loves to have one of the Pattersons and some confidant talking over a steaming cup o' joe. Usually the non-Patterson is describing how pathetic they are relative to the Patterson.
She also loves these black and white (black = non-Patterson and white = Patterson/Patterson look-alikes) portrayls of people.

I'd blame the whole thing on post-partum depression. And 'Tony's small member.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

 

A lot of detail was put into Merry's crack in that straight-on ass shot/panel. I suppose Lynn was trying to emphasize depth, to highlight Merry's rotund buttocks; i.e. baby's got back; i.e. she got junk in the trunk.

Unfortunately (fortunately?) it looks like she stained her pants, likely with poo from bum.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

 

'Hey gang-erino, let's party'
That white-haired ho frigthens me.
The dude in the beret looks like Al Lauzon.

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