go away

i am aware a heist crime most dastardly has hit the louvre conveniently in the middle of the day which as you know is my favorite time of day to terrorize paris. however i must sadly announce that neither i nor my brainwashed associates are responsible for this particular crime. extremely pissed i didn't think of it actually

wishing you a dreadful and metrosexual christmas from la santé prison. don’t call

i love microplastics. i’m fond of macroplastics as well. they are immortal and everlasting, unlike Some women i know,

jail isn’t so bad honestly. they have me in solitary confinement and it’s awesome. all i wanted other than my wife to be alive and breathing was to be left completely and utterly alone. i just brood dark and twisted in the corner all day and scare the guards

rest in piece Yours Truly, the gayest straight man to ever be of increasingly ambiguous identity, and whimsical soul