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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