I really fucking hate this guy. When I murder him, the jury will say something along the lines of:

“On the charge of murder in the first degree, we the jury find the defendant chukichi, not guilty. Furthermore, the jury believes the deceased totally had it coming to him on the account of his total douchebag song about his imaginary wife.”*

I just want to point out that if Mr. Jackass wanted to live in a suburb so bad he should have a better job than singing stupid ass songs that he probably didn’t even write. I’m just saying.

* = This awesome text adapted from this Penny Arcade comic.