In which a racist idiot gets drunk

…and lets it all hang out, along with his shirttails:

He’s just one ugly polo shirt and one pair of khakis away from being a peebee. (And maybe one six-pack of Molson muscle, too.)

This guy is the living embodiment of every comments-section troll ever. He’s also the embodiment of every sad wank-sock. But most of all, he’s the embodiment of a Weird Al Yankovic song. Guess which…

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