Haw haw haw.
Hee hee hee.
Ho ho ho.
Heh heh heh.
Yuk yuk yuk.
...futt the wukk?
Here's one of Moe Sahdi's boys, a'ghostin' if'n he wuz a Krayzee Krysschen Ryte Wingah.
Poor little Shlomo, trying to be Angry Jethro.
At least he's not as desperately pass-agg as to paint swastikas on his own house.
But that's not saying much. As an inbred, beady/close-eyed Eternal Paranoid Lying Projector, he's perfectly familiar with passive aggression.
I oughta know. Used to be one myself.