Finally, the holidays are over. I hope you got lots of presents, if only to make up for my lack of gifts.
Even though I did get 12 pairs of socks and a tie pin, I still wanted to slit my wrists and bleed out at the local YMCA.
Other than my suicidal depression, most of the my holidays were spent in a drunken stupor filled with booze, whores, and tons of coke….errr cola.
Oh sweet Lady Yeyo, why do you feel so good pulsing through my veins?
Anyway, here’s a poem about beastiality. ‘Cause I know you filthy perverts love it.
Deep Inside My Mind.
Is Where I Can Go To Find.
Sweet Animal Porn.
Stay tuned next time for a great Haiku about dwarves.
(Note: Original pictures from this older post have been accidentally lost to time.)