No one knows what the Hell Grimace is. All that is known about the purple pile of crap is that he is a world class ball muncher from way back. The focus of this web page is to shed more light on the purple sack bandit, and raise awareness, so that the ball munching I received doesn't happen to you!
All that we do know is that our goop-gobbling ball brigand came from a small island off the coast of Iowa, where his people were legendary testicle raiders back in the day. But, shee-yit, nowadays the tribe subsists on a steady diet of genetically-engineered casava melons known as ball fruit and fresh Iowa sweet corn. But Grimace's lust for fleshy nutmeats would not be sated with this baleful bounty of biotech goodness. After eating the chief's balls...and failing an immunity challenge, Grimace was cast off the island and set aloft on a makeshift raft bound for Man's World, much like they did to Wonder Woman on that one episode of the SuperFriends.
Needless to say, Grimace reached Man's World, where he hooked up with small-time crook and big-money hustler Ronald McDonald. Ronald took Grimace under his wing. Before you can say "spliff," Grimace became the self-professed messiah of Ball Club, a cult of webmasters who thought that "Ate My Balls" was funny subject matter.
This was also short-lived, as soon the cult lost everything in an unprecedented legal battle with the combined might of Scientologists and Hare Krishnas.
After the gig as a guru went under Grimace tried his hand at paranormal extermination. Gathering the rest of the gang together, he chartered Ballbusters. Of course the name should have given this debacle away, as on their first assignment Grimace stole balls from who else, THE BLAIR WITCH!
Now Ronald had to deal with Grimace's ineptitude and being sweated by the Blair Witch. Fed up, Old Red turned Grimace's bitch ass out like a good pimp's supposed to. Now down in the dumps, Grimace skirts the edges of society needfully eating any and every ball he can get his stubby violet digits on. So beware, he may in your neighborhood, watching your sack wiggle to and fro as you walk to the corner store. Hell, he may even be watching you now.
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