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Pig-Pen, of Peanuts fame, is a child abuse case.

He gets his stupid-nickname from the fact that he lives in a fucking pig-pen, which is short for pig-penitentiary. Have you ever seen a fucking pig-penitentiary??

LOOK.

That's where Ol' Slop-Trough lives. You can't even see the extent of the dirt in that picture.

Here.

Look at the state of those pigs.
They hate their lives almost as much as musk-oxen do.

Okay, look, Slop-Trough's fucking name implies that he lives in a place where pigs bathe in their own slop-troughs. And then eat it.

This is the Mud-Nugget on a good day.

"Please help me!"

And this is little Pig-Piss in the near future if you do nothing to stop this atrocity:

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Mola Mola

Also known as: Ocean Sunfish. A thing that should not exist.

Just checkin' in

I mean, what condition is my condition in?

In addition, I apologize in advance for what I am about to put here. This is so good, so, so good that I couldn't even figure out which one to post. I haven't seen them all, yet, but I know every single one is just as amazing as the last. So just check lasagnacat's channel and be very, very amazed.

Gut-wrinklingly Bad: Zenith's Tale

Trying to program my ancient television set with an early model of what might be known today as a remote control: a disaster in learning. 

...MY NAME IS ZENITH. I AM ONLY 14 YEARS OLD. ONLYYY....

It was around 1996, and I was around seven. I got my own tiny-screened (yet bulky) television set which my parents had strapped down in the Lincoln Navigator that felt like home on long road trips.

Of course that only means I was a spoiled brat. 

When the TV wasn't in the car, it was in my room. And there the set sits still.

For a while, it worked pretty successfully, correctly playing our (comparably) new satellite channels. Somehow, though, it went back to old-TV mode. I struggled finding the minuscule buttons which, when pressed, would bring the satellite back.

One combination of pressing "Menu" and "Select" over and over got me to a screen that just read, "PROGRAM 12345678" with the numbers blinking. Surely, I thought, pressing the channel numbers would do something.

Nothing. So I tried some more "Menu" and "Select" and practically every other button remotely (see what I did there?) related to programs and numbers.

When Ape finally discovered how to use two vague buttons to control a TV, Ape tried to set the time and date.

The default year displayed was 1996. I couldn't enter any year before that. I went up to 2010 and tried to go higher, but it wouldn't let me. So either the TV knows it's not 2011 yet, or it knows its end is near. Either way, it knows.