we are all

what is that “thing” on top of the desktop chassis? a wifi antenna?

in the end, it was not the journey; it was the leopards we met along the way.

that ate our faces.

hey you, get back here!

in a row?

pan flute bands keep them at bay.

Isn’t that right, …Craig!!!

how’s about we collectively fuck off with approval ratings until there are actual consequences for his actions?

cocaine is a helluva drug

looks like communism is back on the menu boys

if we only went backward to phrenology… can you imagine all the fatty puss filled beta shitbag regions we’d have suspected was “his problem” after dissection. I can’t even imagine actual peanut butter and gravy just spewing out of his “area for well manners”.

i certainly can’t picture them examining his “morality tissue area” and finding like a worm with a cigarette in its mouth.

Who fucking knows but man that’d have been a good gig. Just scooping parts of bullshit right out.

amaze amaze amaze

“Always has been, kid.”

oh boy, cancer from 3000yds