Evidence
I have a bunch of sketchbooks that contain private drawings. If we had ever retained any hope that my mind isn't wholly soiled, this ought to set the record straight. Sigh. What the fuck is wrong with me? This just isn't okay. What is this?!?
I sicken myself. Mostly.
Shame. Shame on me.
posted by macaroon at 12:01 AM
8 Comments:
I'm disgusted!
Well, I am flabbergasted and I just can't belive that anyone could put something like this up for the world to see.......Please h.I. whoever you are, you need to pull your prude pleasantville head all the way up and out of your ass and get hip to the skinny that this and we are not in Kansas anymore.
And lola shame on you, later...
blu
HL! Canst thou ever forgive my wretched, wretched dispicableness? You up there on your pillar of degenerate judgement, and all. Oh, woe and shame! Woe and shame!
Hee hee. Puh-lease, blu...like THAT one could or would ever judge me. And I quote from his verrry recent blog entry: "So it's porn, Civil War, sedatives and bed. Good times."
Thanks guys. I shame myself. I know it. Thank God those that read this blog are such kindred-spirited lovable miscreants. Grin.
I am back, to look again. Still disgusted!
I don't know. Is it wrong I giggled like a school girl in heat?
Dude, that's phuctup.
WHat is that?
Jackie Chan fisting Bruce Lee?
Dude, that's phuctup.
Lol Harry potter... how random. Yes I too am wondering what it is. Ahh you are amusing hehe.
Oh, my word, Lola, I am laughing my ass off! Twisted, sick, disgusting...I love it! I'm not entirely sure what it means, but Rupert Grint sure looks happy.
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