![mmmmmm mmmmmm dUUUUUbs](crackhead.jpg) |
Well, let's see here. Ah yes, this is Gary. I came home one night from a
contra dance in Purvis, and Gary had broken into my house and was smoking a
"womb". He's been living in the bathroom for four weeks now! Apparently, Gary
works for the government, doing "Top Secret Research" to keep spider ant
creating monsters from scavenging his "a-hole". Gary won't be here for long,
though. He said he had "a score to settle" with Satan of all people, next week
in the local 7-11 convenience store. It's reassuring to hear he's not just some
"crackhead". It's a popular drug, I've read. |
![ouch my eye](vampire.jpg) |
This young gentlemen solicited me for sex one night as I walked home from
a Communal Poetry Night at Starbucks! I was so blown-away by this young man's
crude nature and comfort with asking to "ream my short-side for a buck" that
I didn't know what to say! So I just let him pay me to do unnatural acts
with a rodent-like household pet. Sheesh, kids these days. Can I get a "What,
What"? |
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I found this behind the dryer at the Purvis laundromat. Great place
to converse with women, by the way. I asked Gary what it was, and he said it
was the classic mugshot of Jailbird McHenry, the infamous "Diner Killer" who
shot and ate 19 people at a Queens, NY greasy spoon long ago. He said that the
photo was from the Saturday, September 12th, 1959 issue of the NY Post, the
very same paper that was sending messages into his head every night since 1761!
What a coincidence! Gary told me to get rid of the picture, because it made the
demons beg for the "blood of the innocent", but I told him I had an episode to
produce, mister. Good lookin' out, though, Gary. |
![holy shit. now that's creepy](tvsubway.jpg) |
This is my high school yearbook photo. I've changed a lot, right, folks?
It's all thanks to endless years of huffing Glade behind the bus station in
a depressing cloud of misery! |
![heh heh i like girls](mummy.jpg) |
This is my girlfriend, Dakota. We met at a Singles Banjo Tuning held at
the Pinebrook Rest Home. This photo was taken at a "pool party" my parole
officer, I mean "involuntary buddy", held one weekend. Look who's had a little too much punch! |