Effin’ Chuck.

And Charles doesn’t have a “fucking life” to battle for.

Venomous lizards are clamping & thrashing again.

Speaking of grifters, check out this lizard-lapping suckage. How long did FFace have to pester this Bobcie Twit to get the gig of a lifetime?

Click on the image only if you really really really want to hear Charles babble about things he doesn’t know anything about.

You Put Your Left Foot In

…your mouth again, Chuck.

Them be some fat stompy feets, Charles.

The New LGF Look is a Clusterchuck.

That screenshot kinda speaks for itself.

Wednesday Night Twig

16 hours later, Charles rolled off the futon to bask in his artistry.

So what did he spill that he had to hose off?

Charles Johnson, Missile Commander

Atari’s Missile Command and Space Invaders were released in 1980. The Atari 400 sold for $500 in 1980. The Atari 800 sold for twice as much. The only significant difference was the keyboard.

Charles was 27 years old when he blew the equivalent of $1,800 just so he could do this:

Something just ain’t right about an adult playing PewPewPew… and then bragging about it four decades later.

$3.99 Clown Food from Trader Joe’s Culver City

Helps if you follow the prep instructions instead of letting them thaw for a couple hours and nuking them.

Yep. That’s clown food.

Donald Chuck

Duck off, Peckerhead.

Charles broke his little dinger.

Charles fux up stuff so he can brag about fixing it, John.