While GM Doug isolated at home, it's time for me to personally step in. I can't hide behind a GM for the monstrosity I am about to unleash on the world. I have a plan, but the best part is there are so many options and permutations for how this anthropomorphic barrel of pig vomit could exist it's virtually impossible to snipe. Sure, it could become less caustic, but it will still be about as vile as being in charge of full body oiling up and massaging a naked Brent Flahr before servicing him (from underneath).
To start this monstrosity off, I give you what I would have considered a chalk pick for this kind of draft. Undoubtedly unavoidably one of the worst there is. And before you point to more recent examples, just know that 50 gallons of douchery in a 5 gallon bucket marred two excellent genres with his "musical" talent and spawned hordes of fitted ballcap asshat fans in the late 90s/early 2000s that stained our social fabric indelibly. In addition to the sonic assault he relentlessly waged, this waste of skin tried and failed to generate interest in his pathethic self by fake releasing a sex tape, taunted security guards trying to help fans during one of their shows (one of whom later died) and tried to get a Russian passport in 2015, stating Putin was "a great guy with clear moral principles and a nice person."
I don't know how I haven't chewed off my own fingers and voided through my bowels in disgust at typing this much about this jagoff.
The Chimpanzees are less than pleased to select Fred Durst.
Spite member - Fred Durst
@BiggE , half of your team's fans probably still crank this spoogebasin's music, but I don't apologize for insulting them.