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Mr. CheezFartz is Back

Hello fellow people. It's is I, the great Mr. CheesFartz. Some of thou must've missed me! Don't worry, I'll post some cheesy jokes and I'll be cheesier than ever!

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To the cheesy stalker watching this post: I break into people's homes and my stinky ass crack with pimples all over it (when the pimples pop, they goo out cheese), I unleash an unfathomable amount of rats, using their stubby little pink hands ripping out of my butthole which releases a huge, nasty stench of rotten cheese. They start falling to the floor, and they run around with leaving cheese footprints onto the floor. They scavenge the floor, sniffing out any cheese particles. They pile all the cheese particles into the biggest ball of cheese they possibly make. I store it into my vacuum backpack that sucks up the ball of cheese and then teleports my cheese into my mansion that is made out of cheese. I then let the rats climb up back into my ass crack and making sure none of them escape. I then sniff out for cheese, and when I smell it, I will break trough walls just to get a sniff. I find the cheese and put it into my backpack. I then take a huge fart out of my rectum, and I start flying, breaking trough the ceiling and the roof of the desired house. I fart away, with the smell of shit and cheese throughout the neighborhood, right before I leave the neighborhood, I take a cheesebomb out of my backpack, and throw it and it explodes everything. Once everything explodes, I pull out my Cheese Magnet 3000, and its magnetic forces cheese onto my cheesemagnet, I then store it into my backpack, and go on with my journey. I also kidnap people, and have my rats whisk and turn them into cheese. If you're wondering where I keep my cheese in my cheese mansion, I open a door that leads into a giant basement with piles upon piles of cheese, and cows and rats walking everywhere. My basement is currently 1% filled with cheese because my basement is a underground hidden layer that's 1,000,000 acres of land

This is basically what my basement looks like but with only 100 racks of cheese, 100,000,000 racks left to go!

I want my suffering to be known

The least emo thing I've heard all day