Nue

Ok. So this isnt much of a statement as much so as it to ask if you remember Justine Bateman...and was she hot?  Or did she have like a lazy eye?  Saggy tits, you know the great pretender ones that look perky and pointy like Madonna but then they fall down and hit you harder than a George Foreman heart attack?

Well.  I admit this was just a way to say I haven't finished the next volume.  I know I know...put the gun away...turn off the oven.  Don't eat the kids yet.  I'm fucking working on it.  It's been an uphill struggle.  I just wanted to take you by the hand...look deep into your eyes....

And slam a car door on your head about thirty six times.  Like I feel every day. *insert #smiley*  So With that guilty plea I will be working to finish the next volume like I'm staring down at your chin. 

I am going to work on cleaning up...revamping that book that's never gonna come out.  Then Im going to succeed and your really going to go to bed with a picture of me strapped to the inside of your fuck mask.  Yeah I know you got one.  We all do.  So stop wanking around and buy my shit. 
Eventually.  One day.  Ok before I die...Ill bring candy, if you bring the beer.  Maybe a needle...and chain saw......some hookers....I mean no mines not detachable....what do you mean yours isn't either? 

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