Meanwhile his apprentice was stuck in the woods outside his masters not yet looted house, unable to circumnavigate the magicians sensor lights.
Life is short. Or perhaps it lasts for a really, really long time. No one is really sure. Which sucks. If they can't figure that out definitively then what else don't we really know? The perfect size for a jar? What a fuckin' miserable thought. Fuck that. Instead here are the silly, weird, unhinged, absurd, silly, stupid, completely unrelated to hinges (moslty), poorly edited, outpourings and thought vomits of a silly idiotic teddy-bear of a dickhead. Staring David 'Pinky-Von-Sox' Tieck
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
A Magic Poem
'You need to work on your misdirection' said the master magician to his young apprentices mannequin filed pants, which had successfully fooled his master.
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