No way you shouldn’t get paid for this masterpiece! So, you dickwad, stupid Dick, asshole, asswipe, … wait, calculating $41,000 … what’s that grandson-o-mine? Oh, poopyface … $50,000!

Joey just said another prayer for you, Allan. What’s that, JoeBro? No, you won’t be seeing Mr. Ishac in Heaven. When the Bonfire of Satire burns out, it’s more likely he’s going to a place where he’ll have to listen to Sean Spicer tell jokes like, “If the president puts Russian salad dressing on his salad tonight, …” Yikes!

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