Julian Assange - Body Odor Makes Him Leave Ecuadorian Embassy

Poor megalomaniac Julian Asshole Assange...the man who would be king. The man who decides whose privacy he can invade. The one who thinks everybody's life should be an open book...except HIS and his alleged rapes and other sinister activity.

Seems things have been a tad "sickening" at the Ecuadorian Embassy:

What's the problem, Julian? Tired of eating bananas all day? Tired of looking at simian-faced Ecuadorian pygmies? Not being able to find anyone worth raping?

Julian, like various other losers, has only had the INTERNET for the past two years. He hasn't been able to even take a walk outside.

It's obviously gotten to the point where his own body odor has gotten on his nerves.

His weak, feminine, jelly-like muscles have atrophied.

The blood pudding that passes for a brain...well, gee, Julian, watching "Anonymous" and other pimply idiots have all the fun AND be able to go walkies with their dogs (all named Muffin) must've brought you to the brink.

It's gotten to the point where you'll actually welcome extradition back to your disgusting Sweden...where your buddies Chris-Sucks-Cock and Pirate Bay shake their meatballs to the beat of stolen music.

Yawn. Assange is such old news. He might as well have announced, like Lennox Lewis's ex-manager, "For the past two years I've taken hormones and I will soon finish my transformation into being a woman."

Look at Julian Assange. He really does seem like a woman. Maybe he'll go back to Sweden and claim, "I couldn't have assaulted those women. See? No dick!"