Vampire Weeknd
I make no apologies.
I make no apologies.
Just four years ago this package of toilet paper could have fetched a premium online. Now it lies damaged and sullied in the gutter. How quickly we forget.
Well, I guess you can just walk into the store and buy a box of shit now.
I’m out for my nightly walk, and the last thing I need is a creepy little bald training monk jumping out of the bushes at me. I know he’s around here somewhere.
No one is talking about this mutant blue frog’s pompadour, so I will. His name is The Big Hopper. It was either that or Buddy Polly-wog. It’s true that it has blue skin, but I want to know if anyone is working on a matching pair of suede shoes for him. He could wear them […]
Kevin!
I’ve done some bad jobs, but I’ve managed to avoid wet work so far.