Fresh news, fellas. After the heated discussion with Mr. Slob, aka Micah Brown, this morning he packed his ass off and left my beloved Lincoln apartment. But wait, with a twist, this hog left behind all his filthiness. Behold the pictures: (of course I put them on Facebook too, so everybody can gain insight into what kind of human being make these things.)

Admire how cochons live:

Some bottles with weird liquids inside where found. Pigs might love discover tastes of unknown origin.

He brought girls to fuck at home, like everybody, but looks like he needed some salt, as disinfectant.

Don't forget the paper toiled, a very important asset for dirty hogs.

Look carefully to that white fork and blue Barilla pasta box. That's for when he needed some filth-triggered purges.

By the way, he tried to jerk off using my beloved pan. Of course the pan resisted -it couldn't withstand his stench- and that's what happened to her. This is same pan that once saved me when I got lost in the Kilimanjaro and the leopards tried to eat me alive. Sniff, sniff...I will never be able to get over this.

Poor pan, I wasn't home to protect you.
By the way, Bill, the brother-in-law of my landlords exchanged some words with that Mr. Slob before he left for good. He told me Mr. Slob behaved like a truly bitch and assured me if he would have asked him to kiss his ass Mr. Slob would have done it. No surprise, he probably can't tell the difference between an ass and a rose. Un veritable pixat, vaya…

 

 

 

 

 

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