blackwolf97

I need a coffee pot in the shape of my own severred head. The coffee should come out the nose or out a gill-like frown on the forehead. Pick me up by my ears. Do it. Pick me up by my ears. and all these glories must be delivered in five of your earth minutes. Yeah-for reasons I think you know. Wait, this isn’t passport control? Now where will I find someone who’ll talk me down after i’ve had a shave? If you take a catfish by the whiskers and pull outward, it inflates into a life-raft. I know this for a fact, Mister skeleton. Say what you will about entrails-they don’t steam for long. As cadavers peek from eggs. Obviously there’s no satisfaction in blaspheming against something you don’t believe. Must I believe in you, Mister Skeleton?