(tap tap tap, is this thing on?) Jason. Jason. JASON! Dude, if I were gay I WOULD SO TOTALLY BE UP IN YO’ GRILL. CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
I must give props to Doctor Tongue who left a comment on this website that included the words “Clench-Cheeked Sprint to the Bathroom,” and thus my new masthead. Also, the new Fussy, Woman After My Own Heart Who Has Fabulous Hair And Gave Birth In a Toilet, a design I had a small hand in.
Oh. My. God. Just. Look at the picture lower right: HERE. (thanks for the heads up, Pam)
“I invite the entire Internet to share the stultifying process as I grow it all out.” I particularly enjoy Day Five.
Sticks of butter consumed while in the throes of depression
That’s the distance you’d have to move your pinky in order to not sound like an idiot.
Here’s the thing with the doocing.
But the question you should be asking is, “Am I good enough to go to Heaven?”
That Wicked Worn Look
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