Stretching my ass didn't hurt.
Getting a fork in the balls? Ah, happens all the time.
But why did they have to cut my head off. THAT hurt my feelings!
They didn't cut it off. It's tucked inside the cake. They just hid your more horrible attributes.
Love you Stan.
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Oh, I know all about my face. Trust me, after the great maple syrup/bee/moose ass/Dick Cheney and Glenn Beck tragedy of 1997, my nose really never has been in the right place and I STILL don't know what happened to my left ear lobe.
But, damn, my ass looks good enough to eat on that cake.