One day Hank was drinking beer in the alley. Then a car came by and ran over his foot.
"GOT DANG IT THAT WAS MUH FOOT!" Hank was hopping up and down when Dale walked up.
"Hey Hank are you playing hopscotch?" He took a long drag of his cigarette.
"That's what they want you to play."
"SHUT UP DALE! GO GET MUH DUBYA DEE FORTY!" Hank pointed to the garage and Dale went to go find Hank's precious lubricant.
After 5 minutes he returned with it.
"WELL GIVE IT HERE, GIBLET HEAD!" Hank impatiently held out his hand. Dale put it in his hand. Hank took off his shoe and sprayed his foot.
"Ahhhhh. That feels good, I tell ya hwat. NOW GO GET ME A DAMN HAMMER!"
Dale returned with a hammer and gave it to Hank. Almost as if on cue, Peggy showed up.
"Haaaank! How about a round of Boggle? I want to play a round before I go get a massage from Jo-hon fuh-reakin Redcorn!"
"Boggle?" Hank asked. He raised the damn hammer.
"DALAS! SALAD!" he yelled as he brought it down on Peggy's head. She fell on the ground and flopped like a flounder.
"VAAAAAGINA!" she yelled as she died.
Dale let out a "gyeh!" and tried to hop the fence but failed miserably.
"Dale, you jackass..." Hank said, slapping his forehead.
Then Bill showed up in the alley, his shirt covered in pizza sauce.
"Hey Hank, can I-"
"DANGIT BILL!" Hank yelled.
"EEEEEYE CAAAANT HEEEEEEAR YOUUUUUUUUUU!" Bill said like an obnoxious fatass.
"I SAID YOUR A LOSER! YOU MAKE ME SICK YOU BIG BABY!"
Bill started his trademark whimper, but Hank brought the hammer down on him to shut him up. After bashing his head in, Bill stood back up.
"Oh that's okay, Hank. I'll do it muhself!" he went back inside and slammed his head with a drawer until he died.
Boomhauer fucked every woman in Arlen.
THE END