Dorian Gray is Creepy Sexy

Awright my little sex tadpoles
today you are going to hear about a dude who is rude and crude
but knows an excellent plastic surgeon
they call him
DORIAN GRAY
(not to be confused with gay mystery author Dorien Grey)
This dude lived way back in the day
inside one of Oscar Wilde’s novels
AND THIS IS HIS STORY

So first off there’s these two dudes
One is named Basil and he is a painter
the other one is named Lord Henry and he is an asshole
so Henry shows up at Basil’s crib one day like HEY BASIL
HAVE I TOLD YOU YET ABOUT HOW YOU SHOULD PARTY ALL THE TIME AND TO HELL WITH EVERYONE
and Basil is like Yes Henry
that is all you are ever telling people
you seem to be completely incapable of any other form of speech
and Henry is like COOL STORY BRO
HEY
WHO’S THAT HOT DUDE YOU’RE PAINTING?
and Basil is like Oh
that’s Dorian Gray
he is pure and innocent and totally fuckable
don’t talk to him, you’ll ruin him
but Henry doesn’t hear him because he’s already over there by Dorian
RUINING

He’s like HEY DORIAN SO I CAN SEE YOU’RE PRETTY HOT
BUT YOU’RE GONNA GET OLD, BRO
AND THEN WHAT ARE YOU GONNA HAVE?
I’LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU’RE GONNA HAVE
YOU’RE GONNA HAVE A BUNCH OF AWESOME MEMORIES OF HOW HARD YOU AND I USED TO PARTY
LET’S ROLL
and Dorian is like Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss
and on his way out he gets real angry at his own portrait
because it represents a pinnacle of hotness that he’s totally gonna age out of
and he’s like Man
I would give my right nut to have that painting age instead of me
Good thing I’m not in a book or anything
cause if I was
the author might hear me saying this and do something CRAAAAAZY

So meanwhile Lord Henry is doing everything he can to fuck this kid up
he is taking him to sweet parties and hobnobbing with all the nobles
and Dorian is just eating his bullshit right up
and then one day Dorian is wandering through the slums
and he finds this theater
and he goes inside and immediately falls cock over balls for this hot actress named Sibyl
two days later:
BAM
engaged to be married
SHIT MOVES FAST WHEN YOU ARE THIS GOOD LOOKING

so naturally everyone but Dorian and Sibyl are pretty worried about this
because these kids hardly know anything about each other beyond cup size
except actually Sibyl’s mom isn’t really worried
cause Dorian seems rich
and Lord Henry isn’t really worried
because who needs worrying when you have all these whores to take care of?
so actually the only people who are worried about this
are Basil, who worries about everything cause he’s no fun
and Sibyl’s bro
who is a sailor
and so is blessed with the ability to see fiascos coming from MILES AWAY.
That’s a thing sailors can do
because of storms or something
you can trust me on this
I rode my bike past a couple boats the other day

anyway, Sibyl’s bro is like SIBYL
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
THIS GUY IS CLEARLY A BIG BUCKET OF FIASCO
I CAN TELL BECAUSE I AM A SAILOR
and Sibyl is like pshaw, bro
have you SEEN his junk?
I think i’m in love!
Everyone wears such tight pants in this day and age
IT IS TRULY A GOOD TIME TO BE A LADY
and her bro is like alright dude
but if he breaks your heart
I swear I’ma kill him
OOPS LOOK AT THAT
TIME FOR ME TO GO TO AUSTRALIA AND LEAVE YOU ALL ALONE AT FIASCO CENTRAL

So Dorian is super excited about his upcoming marriage
and he takes his posse
(thems being Basil and Henry)
to go see Sibyl do some Shakespeare
in preparation for him going to do some Sibyl
but oh shit what is this?
It turns out Sibyl SUCKS AT ACTING NOW
because she is so genuinely in love with Dorian
that her fake emotions don’t work anymore
she’s like DON’T YOU SEE, DORIAN
NOW THAT I’VE MET YOU
I CAN QUIT ACTING AND WE CAN BE HAPPY TOGETHER FOREVER AND EVER
and Dorian is like uh
that’s kind of a dealbreaker actually
peace
(somehow this reminds me of a much more realistic version of the gift of the magi)

So Dorian gets home
oh yeah and he has that painting now that Basil made of him
and when he gets home he goes and looks at it
and WHAT DO YOU KNOW
THE PAINTING APPEARS TO HAVE CHANGED
now it is sneering in a really infuriating way
so Dorian covers it up with a towel so it won’t watch him while he sleeps
and he goes to bed feeling kinda bad about the whole Sibyl thing
but then he wakes up in the morning and it turns out she killed herself
and he’s sort of upset
but then Henry is like WHY WORRY ABOUT THAT
WHEN YOU COULD BE WORRYING ABOUT
MORE WHORES
BECAUSE AS YOU KNOW, MY FRIEND
MORE WHORES
IS THE ONLY KIND OF WHORES
THAT RHYMES
and Dorian is like YOU MAKE SUCH BRILLIANT POINTS
LET’S GO GET FUCKED UP AND NEVER BE SAD AGAIN

MANY YEARS PASS
Dorian stays true to his word
he basically goes through life like King Midas
except instead of gold
everything he touches turns to debauchery and suicide
seriously
this dude’s friends are killing themselves faster than toddlers in an antifreeze factory
i’m sorry, that was kinda tasteless
BUT THAT ANTIFREEZE SURE WASN’T
but yeah, this guy is cruel and unusual

he is cruel mainly in the ordinary ways
like with drugs and being an asshole and stuff
but he is unusual in that the more fucked up he gets
the more fucked up his portrait gets
(he keeps it in his attic now)
but he just STAYS PRETTY
and everyone is hearing all these rumors about him
but they’re all like WE CAN’T BELIEVE THOSE RUMORS
THIS DUDE IS JUST WAY TOO PRETTY

man, whoever is in charge of cursing paintings or whatever
let me just say right now
I would def give my right nut to be so pretty people considered me infallible

ANYWAY
one day Dorian is on his way home
and he sees that Basil guy walking through the mist towards him
and he tries to avoid him, but Basil has like a homing beacon for assholes
so he rolls right up to him and he’s like HEY DUDE
I HAVE TO WARN YOU:
PEOPLE ARE SAYING TERRIBLE THINGS ABOUT YOU
and Dorian is like Yeah well
those things are all true
and Basil is like WHAT? NO.
and Dorian is like naw dude check it out
look at this portrait in my attic
and Basil is like HOLY SHIT I TOTALLY PAINTED THAT
and Dorian is like Yeah
and now it’s all fucked up because of shit I did
oh, and also I’m murdering you now
okay and now I’m going to go establish an alibi
and then I’m going to blackmail a chemist I know to dissolve your body in acid
then I’ll act kinda weird at some parties for a while
and finally head off to the opium district to get so fucked up my problems disintegrate
how do you feel about that?
and Basil doesn’t say anything because he’s dead and Dorian is high as balls

But when Dorian leaves the opium den
some chick is like OOH THERE GOES PRINCE CHARMING
and Sibyl’s sailor bro just happens to be hanging out there
WAITING for Dorian to drop in
so he chases him down and he puts a gun to his head and he’s like DUDE
I don’t know your name
or your face
but my sister used to be engaged to a dude she called prince charming 18 years ago
and that is all the evidence I need to shoot you with bullets
because frankly
we live in a time before the internet
and research is hard

but Dorian is thinking fast
despite all the opium playing bumper cars in his cerebrum
so he’s like Dude
If I really was the dude who fucked over your sister
I wouldn’t still be lookin’ this good 18 years later, would I?
and the sailor is like Well, you DO look pretty good.
You go on home now, totally unsuspicious handsome guy
sorry to have bothered you.
And then he goes back to the opium den and everyone is like DUDE
THAT WAS TOTALLY THE GUY YOU WERE LOOKING FOR
and he’s like FUCK

So he goes back to chasing Dorian
like the revenge-crazed Elmer Fudd to Dorian’s Sociopathic Bugs Bunny
and he manages to track Dorian down while Dorian is hunting
but it turns out british dudes are really terrible at hunting
so some guys just accidentally shoot the sailor in the face while he’s skulking in the bushes
and Dorian is saved once again!
DID YOU COME TO THIS BOOK EXPECTING JUSTICE?
YOU DON’T KNOW OSCAR WILDE VERY WELL, DO YOU MY FRIEND?

Okay so cut to Dorian lounging with his old pal Henry
and Dorian is like Hey man
remember Basil?
Totally murdered that guy.
And Henry is like No you didn’t, Dorian
you’re too sexy for murder.
And Dorian is like Oh, right.
Well anyway I’ve decided to change my ways
like, the other day I was out in the country
and I totally DIDN’T seduce a farmer’s daughter I saw standing around.
How about THAT?
And Henry is like Nope.
No, no, no.
You’re not going to change your ways, Dorian.
You are too sexy to change your ways.

So Dorian is like FUCK
FINE
and he leaves and goes up to his attic to see his portrait
to see if his half-assed promise to be good made his painting any prettier
and obviously it didn’t
except that now his portrait looks like a total hypocrite
and that really pisses Dorian off, I guess
so he whips out a knife and stabs that painting right in its hypocrite face
and the next thing anyone knows
there’s this crazy scream from upstairs
and everyone goes up there to find a perfectly unharmed portrait of pretty young Dorian
and some gross dead old dude stabbed to death on the floor
but when they check his copious amount of rings
they discover
THAT THE OLD MAN IS ACTUALLY DORIAN GRAY HIMSELF.
WHO DID NOT SEE THIS COMING?
RAISE YOUR HAND.
THEN USE THAT HAND TO SMACK YOURSELF.

so the moral of the story
is don’t stab a magic portrait of yourself that grants you eternal youth.
pretty basic stuff, really.

THE END.

Dicks dicks dicks.

Here’s one you probably haven’t heard before:

So this takes place in India
and as I’m sure we all rashly assume
India is just CRAWLING with sages
Like you cannot open up your refrigerator to get some eggs
without half a dozen sages crawling out and giving boons to your raisin bran.
But EVEN SO
the sage that this story is about
manages to totally distinguish himself.

See, one day this dude is resting by the side of the road
next to these things they have in India called lingams.
Now for those of you that don’t know
(for example, me before I did a quick google image search)
a lingam is just a big stone dick sticking out of a big stone vagina.
It looks like this:

Actual Size

The balls are my own addition.

And it doesn’t just look like that
that’s what it’s supposed to be.
It’s supposedly about the unity of god and goddess or something
but I think it’s mainly just about how sexytimes are awesome and people like to carve boners.
ANYWAY

So this sage is resting by this sex sculpture
and he does the natural thing for a very relaxed dude to do
which is he kicks up his feet and places them on this holy statue.
Now along comes a priest
and the priest is like DUDE
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING
THAT DONG-VAG COMBO IS TOTALLY SACRED
GET YOUR FEET OFF THERE.
And the sage is like oh shit dude, sorry
I totally wanna do what you’re telling me
But I’m kinda already super relaxed though
could you please kindly put my feet somewhere where there ISN’T a totally sacred dong-vag combo?
and the priest is like GLADLY.

So the priest picks up this dude’s feet
and moves them a little to the left
and then he puts them down and SPROING
here comes a brand new dick, charging out of the ground to meet this guy’s feet
or should I say MEAT his feet?
Eh?
Eh?
Moving on.

So then the priest picks up his feet and moves them to the right
and SPROING
GROINS AHOY
and the priest keeps doing this
until there is basically just a forest of dicks around these two sweaty men in the forest
at which point the priest is like this is getting a little too weird for me
how about I just bow down to you and then get the fuck out of here?
Uh
you’re the greatest.
No homo.
And then he’s gone and the sage gets to chill out in peace
surrounded by a theoretically limitless quantity of stone penii
(actually I don’t know if they are stone penii or actual penii.
I guess that is yet another
MYSTERY FOR THE AGES.)

Anyway, the moral of the story is supposed to be something about cosmic unity.
I call bullshit.
The real moral of the story
is watch where you step
cause dicks are lurking EVERYWHERE.

The end.

So It Turns Out Atlantis Was Full of Terrible People

I got curious today
not about Atlantis, though
about something else
but you know how Wikipedia is.
So
the only reason anyone is even talking about Atlantis in the first place
is that Socrates makes some offhanded comments about it in his dialogues
or actually this politician named Critias makes the comments
but maybe Socrates is putting words in Critias’s mouth
or maybe Plato is putting words in Socrates’s mouth
I mean, Plato was not above being a total dick, so it’s possible.
Either way, the story is a fever-dream style mishmash of mythology, history, and dumb lies
and it goes a little something like this:

Back in the day, the Greek gods were dividing up the earth amongst themselves
because it’s not like they already had dominion over everything to begin with
and Poseidon gets handed this sweet little plot of land in the middle of the atlantic ocean
actually, the plot of land is not little
and the ocean isn’t called the Atlantic ocean.
That comes later.
Actually, it comes right now.
I am sorry if it seems like this tale is suffering from premature ejaculation
I am just SUPER excited and I haven’t been sleeping well and I swear this never happens to me
It’s you, dear reader.
You are just too sexy.
Anyway, Poseidon falls deeply in love with a lady named Cleito
and when I say deeply in love
I mean deeply in boners
DEEPLY in boners
still boners run deep, my friends
and rapidly moving boners run deeper still.
YES. GOOD.
Look, I have facts to back this up though:
the facts take the form of the FIVE PAIRS OF TWINS that Poseidon and Cleito have together.
That is a lot of twins.
MOVING ON.

So Poseidon suddenly has all these twins to deal with
but he doesn’t want to try parenting
he still has his life to live
so instead he figures he can probably buy them all off with gifts
gifts of LAND.
Poseidon, what makes you think babies want land?
What is a baby going to do with vast tracts of land?
Poop on them?
The average baby can only poop on maybe an acre, TOPS
and you would STILL HAVE TO FEED IT.
But luckily for poseidon
greek babies pop out of the womb fully formed and ready for a career in agriculture
so he goes ahead and divides up this island he got amongst them
he gives most of the island, including this bigass volcano
to his favorite son, Atlas
and THAT is why the island is called Atlantis
and THAT is why the ocean that it’s in is called the Atlantic ocean.
Man, if the greeks had only known how big that ocean was
like for real
I bet they would have picked a more important god to name it after.
Then Poseidon gives the other half of the island to Atlas’s twin
and then …
and then Critias realizes he planned this wrong because he forgot how fractions work
and he’s just like “Oh, and everyone else got land too.”
Meaning that Poseidon just sold them some choice real estate at the bottom of the marianas trench.

So Atlas and his bro(s) get super excited about this new island
and they go about making all these improvements
digging moats and whatnot
it sounds really sweet
it sounds like what I always used to wish my sand castles would turn out like
but instead they turned into dramatic fury-induced cave-ins that vaguely resembled dogshit.
Gods do not have those kinds of problems, though, so atlantis turns out great.
In fact, Atlantis turns out TOO GREAT.
It turns out so great
that some of its greatness spills over and starts conquering europe and africa.
So the Atlanteans are about to take over egypt and greece
and basically every place else
but oh shit, what’s this?
It looks like some plucky Athenians have mounted a resistance
and HOORAY, THE DAY IS SAVED
pay no attention to the fact that all three of the dudes who could have been telling this story
were born and raised in Athens, Greece.
NO BIAS HERE, FRIENDS.
Whatever
either way, Atlantis gets beat off by Athens
and then gets so embarassed by the whole thing
that it sinks under the ocean
“in a single day and night of misfortune”
which is ancient-dude-code for “everybody got WAYYYY too tipsy.”
and then Poseidon is like “Thanks a lot guys. Now I gotta get a new giant island.
Oh wait, the ocean is way better. Why did I even want an island? That was dumb.”
And then Atlas is unemployed
so he has to get a job holding up the earth forever.

So the moral of the story
is that advanced prehistoric civilizations sink for a REASON.

The end.

Prince Five-Weapons in the Land of Incredibly Descriptive Names

Here’s one I picked up while I was reading something else

(Don’t worry guys, I’ll get back to myths you already know and love on Thursday)
(Also, you should read this comic called Happle Tea if you don’t already
this guy’s interests definitely overlap with mine
and therefore, YOURS)

So there’s this guy named prince five-weapons
he has actually JUST NOW been named this
because he completed some kind of ridiculous five-weapon training
it seems to me that it might be a better use of one’s time
to just get five times better with one weapon
and then you don’t have to carry FIVE FUCKING WEAPONS ALL THE TIME
but that is not the way prince five-weapons thinks
so he completes his training
and his sensei loads him down with FIVE WEAPONS
and he sets off to go tell his dad
KING ELEVEN-WEAPONS
(that’s not his name I made that up)
about his shiny new weapons.

But here’s the problem:
between the prince and his dad
there is this HUGE JANKY FOREST
and that forest is filled with a HUGE JANKY OGRE
named STICKY-HAIR
and everyone is like noooo don’t go in that forest man
there is an ogre in there and maybe you should go around
and prince five-weapons is like oh poppycock
have you guys not seen my FIVE WEAPONS?
My weapons:
There are five of them
not counting my two ENORMOUS TESTICLES
and why would you count those as weapons?
they are tender and unwieldy and probably the weakest point on my whole body
seriously
balls suck
it’s like if tanks came equipped with a big button on the front that fed the driver to bears

ANYWAY
Prince Five-weapons just recklesses his way into the forest
and pretty soon he runs up on Sticky-hair the ogre
and sticky hair is like dude
didn’t anyone tell you to go around these woods?
and prince five weapons is like ONLY BASICALLY EVERYONE I MET
BUT THEN FIVE GOOD FRIENDS OF MINE ADVISED ME TO IGNORE THEM
THESE FRIENDS TO WHICH I REFER
THEY ARE MY WEAPONS
OBSERVE:

so he busts out his bow and arrow
and he shoots a ton of arrows at this ogre
but they all just get stuck in the ogre’s hair
as his name might imply
hey, why is this ogre’s hair sticky, anyway?
I mean, I guess you get pretty lonely being an ogre in the woods
seeing as you have to eat anyone even remotely friendable or bangable or friendbangable
and then when you get lonely…
but i do not want to think about this anymore

so five-weapons keeps shooting Stickypubes with arrows
but they all just stick to his hair
which makes me wonder why five-weapons keeps shooting at his hair
unless this dude is like
seriously hairy
riding the pube-bus to armenian island or some shit

so when it becomes clear how much the arrows plan is failing
the prince busts out his SWORD
and he starts beating that against the ogre
but his SWORD get stuck
so he tries his SPEAR
and then when that gets stuck
he tries his CLUB
and uh
yeah, that gets stuck too

so the demon is like HEY PRINCE FIVE-WEAPONS
LOOKS LIKE YOU ARE OUT OF WEAPONS
AND IF YOU WERE COUNTING YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED THAT YOU ONLY ACTUALLY HAVE 4 WEAPONS
and the prince is like DUDE
THE ARROWS AND THE BOW TOTALLY COUNT AS SEPARATE WEAPONS
and the ogre is like DUDE, NO THEY DON’T
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH AN ARROWLESS BOW
OR SOME BOWLESS ARROWS?
THOSE ARE SOME WEAK SHIT MY FRIEND
AND PLUS IF THEY REALLY DID COUNT AS SEPARATE WEAPONS THEN EACH ARROW WOULD COUNT SEPARATELY
AND YOU WOULD HAVE LIKE FIFTY BAZILLION WEAPONS OR SOMETHING
and the prince is like OKAY OKAY FINE THE FIFTH WEAPON IS MY FISTS
HOW ABOUT THAT
HOW ABOUT MY FISTS

so he runs up and punches stickyhair right in his sticky hair
so his fist gets stuck
so he uses his other fist
duh
then he uses his foot and his other foot
and then his head
holy shit this is starting to sound a lot like another story I know

but anyway now Prince Five-weapons is dangling from this ogre’s disgustingly sticky belly
and he’s still flailing around like COME ON
BRING IT
and the ogre is like whoa
I’m an ogre
eating stupid people is what I DO
but I ain’t NEVER met a dude as stupid as this
HE MUST BE HIDING SOMETHING
HEY DUDE, WHAT GIVES?
AREN’T YOU AFRAID OF DYING?
and the prince is like UMMM
NO?
I mean when you think about it
everybody’s gotta die sometime
and getting smashed by a suspiciously tacky fantasy monster while I writhe on his stomach
is a pretty rad way to die
way better than old age or lupus
PLUS
did I not tell you?
I have a lightning bolt in my stomach
and if you eat me it will give you WICKED INDIGESTION
like, pretty much the wickedest indigestion you can get
I am talking broomstick and cackles
bubble bubble
toil and trouble
wicked
fucking
stomach cramps

and the ogre is like OH SHIT THAT SOUNDS TERRIBLE
ALRIGHT DUDE
I’M GONNA GO AHEAD AND BELIEVE YOU AND LET YOU GO
and the prince is like SWEET, I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT WORKED
except honestly there was never any doubt
because what I forgot to tell you guys
is that prince five-weapons is actually THE BUDDHA IN A PREVIOUS INCARNATION
yup
you just got tricked
you and everyone else
because I told this story wrong

but so yeah
now that he’s free, Buddha turns the ogre into a friendly ghost
who hangs out by the entrance to the forest and solicits donations
and everyone avoids eye contact with him and shoves their hands deep in their pockets

so the moral of the story
is that there is an invincible weapon inside all of us
that can overcome all enemies
it is called lying.

THE END.

I am sorry, Lord

[I don’t think I offended anyone with this, which i guess proves how chill you guys are who read my blog. Just wanna make it clear that I am not a dude who hates on the Jesus thing. I only take issue with a very specific expression of the Jesus thing. Happy April Fool’s]

Dear misguided followers of this wretched abomination in the eyes of THE LORD,

In the process of researching my upcoming tirade against the book of Revelations, I have come across incontrovertible proof that Jesus is LORD, and through him is the only way to salvation. I have accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as my personal Savior, and I renounce and beg forgiveness for all my past sins. I have used The Lord’s name in vain more times than I can count, and worse words besides. I have made light of the word of the Lord Our God, the Holy Bible. I have treated these godless pagan religions as if they deserve as much recognition as the direct word of Our Heavenly Father. I cannot forgive myself for what I have done. But Jesus Christ, in his infinite heavenly love, has forgiven me. And he can forgive you, too. Please, I urge you all to repent now, before it’s too late. Perhaps you have seen the billboards around Los Angeles, in which case you know: Judgement day is May 21, 2011. There’s not much time left to repent. I intend to spend the coming weeks in prayer and solidarity with my fellow Christians. I suggest you do the same. I am leaving this website up as proof of the depths to which I once sank, and of the holy redemption that it is His to give. As The Bible says,

“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not on thy own understanding.”
(Proverbs, 3:5)

God Bless,
Ovid Naso

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And this is her announcement:

Blogger’s being screwy right now and html editing isn’t available at the moment. This happened the day I was supposed to import the design, so that’s super convenient and, frankly, fills me with unparalleled joy. I mean, yeah, I love looking like an idiot.

So we’re stuck with the default minima template until Blogger gets their act together.

Turns out I’m a little bitch who can’t handle a 20 mile deathmarch

Hey assholes, guess what?

NO MYTH TODAY.
Turns out that the secret to eternal life is not to repeatedly punish yourself
trying to crawl your way up to the top of mount olympus
it also turns out
that once you drag your sorry carcass to the summit
YOU HAVE TO CLIMB DOWN
WHO THE FUCK INVENTED THIS
WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT
WHY ARE THERE NOT WARP GATES ON TOP OF MOUNTAINS GUYS
WE HAVE THE SCIENCE TO MAKE LASER MICE AND TINY BREAD AND SPIDER-GOAT HALFBREEDS
WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MOUNTAINTOP TELEPORTER

Let me paint you a picture, ladies and gentlemen
I just staggered into my house like a zombie
a DRUNK zombie
my legs feel like arthritis
no no no
they don’t feel like they are SUFFERING from arthritis
they feel like some bastard took two identical twin octegenarians
extracted their juices
distilled them into a gooey misery syrup
then used one of those creepy crawler easy bake ovens
to make that shit into my legs

So NOW, my loyal fans
yeah i’m talking to you two
it is time for a choice of viewing on my shitty internet site
choice 1) I WILL WRITE A MYTH TOMORROW ABOUT FREYJA
BECAUSE IT IS HER DAY AND I RARELY DO THAT
2) I WILL WRITE A MYTH ABOUT HAITI
WHICH ONLY SEEMS APPROPRIATE
BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE SOMEONE MADE A VOODOO DOLL
OF EACH INDIVIDUAL PART OF MY BODY
AND THEN FED THEM ALL TO RAPEHUNGRY MASTIFFS.

The choice is yours!

Meanwhile if you are not sufficiently entertained
i suggest you check out Warren Ellis’s Blog
maybe you will find a picture of a severely deformed penis
i make no guarantees

UNTIL TOMORROW.