Chud

the horse chuds his bit ſo chearfully

“Jesus, this is actually almost depressing.” [honking] “Need a ride, champ?” “Although not as depressing as-- Ron, what the hell are you doing here?” “I'm giving you a ride home. Come on. Hop in.” “What, did my mother send you?” “No, not exactly. I just thought it'd give us the chance to bond.” “Yeah. Don't take this the wrong way, Ron, but I'd rather bond with a CHUD.” [inaudible]. “But CHUDs live in New York, so let's go.” [tires squealing]

“Hey, Rick.” “Oh, hey, kiddo. How's your Saturday?” “You know, super chill. W-W-Whatcha doin'?” “Eh, nothing adventurous. You know that race of Underground Dwelling Cannibal Horse People that we're always fighting?” “Yeah, the CHUDs. W-W-What about 'em? “Well, don't tell anybody, but I'm working on a bioweapon to use against them, so I got this barrel of horse semen from your mom's hospital and I'm just gonna, you know, subject it to some otherworldly forces.”

But, Rhyanon, all I want to do, is to build a rapport, And that's when you call me, a fat smurf whore. "Useless fuckwipe, a pudley, a chud and a sackashit, Green card cunt, snarling wolverine bitch," you throw a fit.

At least you don't have to be a fugly fuckheaded chud who's bad at math!

How fucking hedious^([sic]) of a chud must this guy be in order for him to feel that mug shot is a positive representation?

Lower your standards far enough and always remember to double wrap and even a chud like me got some on a regular basis when I lived there.

SDCC is crowded enough without a few hundred more chuds in rascal scooters cutting in line and taking up space on the public walkways because they heard the cast of The Big Bang Theory was going to be here or something.