For those of you who live under rocks, yet somehow, for whatever reason, read this and not the frontpage (and i acknowledge that you either don't exist or are very, very drunk):
Warren Grandmother's Bones Raping Ellis is writing a column for SG now!
that's the best thing i've heard since a roommate violently shat himself after reading a Transmet comic for the first time. though, to be fair to him, he was in the bathroom already. and it was the day after mexican night. and we were poisoning him.
but it's the thought that counts.
Warren Grandmother's Bones Raping Ellis is writing a column for SG now!
that's the best thing i've heard since a roommate violently shat himself after reading a Transmet comic for the first time. though, to be fair to him, he was in the bathroom already. and it was the day after mexican night. and we were poisoning him.
but it's the thought that counts.
I'll see you later.
And i'm looking forward to Sunday.
<3
But in reality, I'm waiting for that one time I'm going to shit myself. Violently. Due to humor? Due to shock? Do to explosive diarrhea? Who knows.
But I'm waiting.
Me and my Depends.
We'll be waiting.