How in fuck’s name do you blaspheme something that’s been in Fred ‘Satan’s Favorite Suck Hole’ Durst’s mouth? It’s redundant!
And I know for a fact that you own the Richard Gere Colon Relaxer Edition Cellphone (Ribbed, for your own selfish pleasure). Which makes sense, since talking out of your ass is a speciality of yours.
Auf Wiedersehen, you goose-stepping Aryan Poster Boy.