Hello my little love sluts.

There’s a party over here.

I think the hardest question in life to ponder is whether to just kill yourself in the most fantastic way possible, or go on a murderous rampage and kill as many people as you possibly can before the 5-0 peppers you with

bullets and salts you with napalm.

Just something to mull over.

How about a poem?

You gotta love the amalgamation of “chick with dick” and “guy with pie” to create the ultimate super-whore.

From their meaty salami to their stinky cheeseburger,

they are my favorite type of bi-genital, she-male, man-girl, love slave.  Sans Jersey.

Note:  Don’t hate this blog’s photos; they are art.  If you do, you are worse than Hitler.

           Not that I expect you to appreciate the emotion and determination represented in these pieces.

           No offense, but you are kind of a flake.

Kudos to me for being every girl’s dream guy.

*cough*So Lonely*cough*

(Note: Original pictures from this older post have been accidentally lost to time.)