Crybaby Wants Cheese With Whine

Crybaby Wants Cheese With Whine

With a leg a part from body, a cry baby whines out loud with cheese like substance where leg should be. Not sure about location, although could very well be Asia.

As a wise man once said: There’s no time for crying, when some of us are dying. None of us decide what is our fate.

Props to Best Gore member @honkeykong for the video:

80 thoughts on “Crybaby Wants Cheese With Whine”

      1. Those fucking chinks are always doing those spinning back kicks. I’m not surprised some shit like this finally happened. But it’s like, I hate to be the guy that says I told you so. Everybody was kung-fu fighting.

    1. What ate up one of his ass cheek with most of his clothes not being there on his person appears to be a big mystery . Lucky for him for there are no dogs around ; to dash away with all that fresh meat.
      Seriously the crowd seems to be giving a damn except enjoy watching him die .

  1. This is an example of mob ignorance, a simple firm tourniquet around his throat would shut that fucking “…it’s all about me” racket up straight away. For want of a a bit of rag, the crowd went deaf.

      1. Hell yeah.. shout it to the streets brother.
        US Law enforcement doesn’t dil or dally. They woulda served and protected the shit outta that namby pamby’s pathetic ~ “Look at me”….carry on. You wooda thought he had a seriarse injury.

  2. Ok, man up asshole. You think you’re the first to have a limb amputated in the street. Now get up, hop around a bit, and for god sake pick up your leg/wiener combo and go home!

  3. Incredibly powerful fart blew the fucker’s arse open, severing his asian leg in the process. I did a fart just like that one this very morning after a massive plate of Paprika Beef, Gingered Parsnips, Baconed Shallots and Stilton Potato Cakes last night. Washed down with a peppery Cabarnet Sauvignon and a fat tasty Claret. You just have to let it build overnight as you sleep and then prep yourself the following morning, open a window, brace yourself and LET IT GO.
    This guy obviously tried to bottle the massive fart and failed to brace his chocolate starfish nozzle tightly enough… or had pathetically poor arsehole-gritting skills. Either way he won’t make that mistake again. In kindness, he may have thought it was a very big shit on its way and tried to bake it off until he got home. This never works…
    Readers of my previous adventures with many pints of Guinness followed by a very long walk home across Glasgow will recall how I birthed a medium sized Brown Dolphin off Dumbarton Road in late 1989. It was awful. It was sort of like what I imagine getting bummed by Freddy Mercury and Village People simultaneously would be like but in reverse. I had to brace myself against a tree and birth the fucking Dead Otter/ Brown Dolphin in the road. When I went past the following day a Crow was eating the thing. I saw it from the bus on my way to work. The horror.

    This guy got off lightly believe me.

  4. Man-O-Man @honkeykong this is some great gore brother. Man your well connected and Big-Time 🙂 And you are right @serahimserenata as he did not even have the Balls to say cheese for the camera. What’s this world coming to? Fucking shameful. 🙁

          1. You’ll have to excuse me bro. I’m on alcohol and adderall at the moment. I put my headphones on, cut that shit up, and things just made sense.

      1. @Honkeykong

        You Both Are hilarious as i read your comments above, and had a good laugh. And you both, and God are part of the reason why i wake-up so happy everyday! 🙂

        And i am the Chief Assassin that Helps keep us all alive and well, lol, ? 😉

        @Seraphim Serenata

        He is the milk to your cereal,
        The Zig-Zag rolling Paper To Your Weed,
        The deep and dark Duo of best-Gore.

        But What makes me teary-eyed,,, is the strange, but beautiful melancholy that You Duo produce through the warp and weave of these contrasting elements, called Death, & Mayhem.

  5. Buy the ticket, take the ride. No ticket, no laundry. No laundry, no shirt. No shirt, no service. No service, no dick. No dick, no ride. No ride, no woman. No woman, no cry. No shit. That’s the ticket, at no cost.

  6. I love those lyrics. It reminds me of the poem Invictus. We are not in control of our fate but we are in control of how we react to the fate we are given.
    Out of the night that covers me,
    Black as the pit from pole to pole,
    I thank whatever gods may be
    For my unconquerable soul.
    In the fell clutch of circumstance
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.
    Under the bludgeonings of chance
    My head is bloody, but unbowed.
    Beyond this place of wrath and tears
    Looms but the horror of the shade,
    And yet the menace of the years
    Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
    It matters not how strait the gate,
    How charged with punishments the scroll.
    I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul.

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