Wave of Mutilation.

Weirdo mutilated freakshow. Yah.

Up Up And Away.

Haha. No.

Something more interesting will come soon, I promise. I'm in the process of moving out and moving away and moving moving moving so DEAL WITH IT.

Much love :)

My Dog Dayd.

MY DOG DAYD.

P.Y.T.

When I come back home for holidays I hope things aren't too different. It'd be like getting lost on the back of my hand.

Orbit of Love.

This is my friend's boyfriend. His head is so big it has its own orbit. And look at his vacuous mouth. And his skinny body. Gosh darn, bad taste.

 

 

 

What is this? Some kind of gag?

No, it's orbit.

No Milk Today.

We Need To Talk.

Honesty is the best policy, and sometimes antlers, pig noses, and crab hands outweigh a beautiful mind. Is that really shallow? 

Naaahhh.

Oh Annie, I'm Not Your Daddy.

Don't have a baby. Have a cushion if you really must.

Ohs Nos.

Oooh err missus. What a pickle. 

I Am Bat.

Don't tell me it's never crossed your mind.

ALSO, if you would like to confess your bat tendencies to the world, you can now buy this on a tee by clicking here to visit the Vapoutees shop.

 

BAT-TEE. Oh yes.

Duce of Fascism.

Brothers. Sisters. We don't need this fascist groove thang.

Crabs?

The seaside. Innuendo bingo.