Peter O'Phile: An Ans Du Scat

I'm still fully filled with AIDS, so get the red fucking ribbons out. Seriously, I am still coughing up my fucking lungs and snotting shit a month after getting a cold. Immune system? Deficient? Quelle surprise!

On the bright side, occasionally I blow shit out of my nose and there's blood in it, which is always a fucking awesome experience. Unless you're a fucking faggot of some sort and hate the sight of your own blood. It wouldn't surprise me, wimpy dick shit balls that you all undoubtedly are.

Anyway, to avoid the need for any kind of coherent thought and/or writing, here is the Peter O'Phile pictorial - an ans du scat:

GB Fails To Hack The Pace

SB Fails To Stop Eating



Accidental Self-Harm Is Not A Cry For Help



Targeted Marketing



Looks Like Someone Needed A Shit Real Bad



Some Retard Left A Crayon In The Pub. Some Retards Found It



Human Buckaroo With SB



Fuck You



Blue Tack On Wall By Peter O'Phile



GB Does A Great Job



Medical Trials On SB's Hormone Replacement Patches