|A whole new level of mind-raping, cock-sucking, whiskey-guzzling, bear-wrestling, sheer mother fucking dick-waving madness.|
A whole new level;
She was the first one through the door.
She was Queen Crazy.
|Tyler Durden. If you somehow don't already have a print of this piece hanging over your bed (unlikely, but possible), buy it now and hang it over your bed. Pray to it nightly. Ask Tyler for wisdom. This is what your life needs.|
|Never sold a single fucking one. But I still hope that someday, someone might be willing to pay a small sum for the pleasure of having my art to display in their own home. *sighs* Someday.|
|Help me go premium! |
But you won't, 'cos you got better shit to do with your fuckin' points.
Except you don't, you're just a bastard. Come on, spare some fuckin change for a damn near penniless artist.
What's a few damn virtual points to you? Would you really let me suffer for such a pittance?
If this actually works: Thank you kindly!
If (as I suspect) nobody reads it: My deepest and most private secret is that I am, in fact, a bloody fucking authentic warlock. I could turn your mom to bats, dude.
If someone read this and is feeling miffed or like they've just wasted precious time: Time is money. If you had just hit "donate" you'd have broken even. Selfish bastard.