There was once a kid that was ugly as shit. Like, imagine ugly and times it by the biggest number you can count. His name was Cheeseburger Chitlinson. This kid was so ugly that he had no friends and his family committed suicide because this kid was so fucking ugly. Cheeseburger lived in a box with his pet sloth. He used to live in a dumpster but he wanted something more mobile so he found a big box and he was happy. Cheeseburger's sloth was afraid of him because Cheeseburger would molest him at 8:00 every night. So one night 8:00 came around and Cheeseburger proceeded to molest the sloth but this time the sloth became very angry and threw old Cheeseburger out of the box. Cheeseburger just sat and cried but he realized he was on his own. It was a dark and stormy night and fog covered the New York streets. Old Cheeseburger wandered around for hours. In the distance he saw a beat up car. He ran to the car and saw a homeless man laying in there asleep.