(FINAL) QUARTERFINALS: Mr. Reality defeats regor 21-15

[Novacane]

Did your postmaster discipline you for delivering all the playgirl mags with the pages stuck together?

[Mr.Reality]

So give me the lowdown on all the perks to being the poster boy for stem cell research. . .

[Novacane]

I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.

[Mr.Reality]

I dream of a world where politicians will create breathing and non-breathing public areas for your turd-breath.

[Novacane]

I may be wrong but I doubt that box of Exlax you ate is going to help you crap out the dildo you stuck up your ass.

[Mr.Reality]

Chances are pretty fair that if you ate another 10 suppositories you'd knock down a lot of barriers keeping you from being an effective communicator.

[Mr.Reality]

Regor’s intellect is about as graceful as a break-dancing sloth.

[Novacane]

Michael Jackson and Catholic Priests are choir boys compared to you pervert!

[Novacane]

You smell so bad people have started calling you the walking fart!

[Mr.Reality]

You’re the kind of guy who rips off blind Salvation Army ladies for the bell.

[Novacane]

You’re the kind of guy who rips off blind Salvation Army ladies for the bell.

You're the kind of guy who rapes them.

[Mr.Reality]

It's not really necessary to quote the proceeding post, balsa wood brain.

[Novacane]

It's not really necessary to quote the proceeding post, balsa wood brain.

I like quoting them so the voters have to read your stupid jokes twice!

[Mr.Reality]

I didn’t know ***holes could have aneurisms until I read your hysterical jibberish.

[Novacane]

You've been butt ****ed so much your boyfriends call your a-hole the Lincoln tunnel.