Todd Smith ⛧ Fourth Toke ⛧ Video
Man, you know what sucks?
Douchebags. And I'm afraid to tell you all that there's a big bag of douche right in this...building asylum thing. You might've even talked to him. You probably did, because he was the one hoarding a bunch of our body parts the week before last and making us do stupid shit to get them back. You know, the blonde big-haired guy who sits there playing with his balls all day and thinks he's the King of something. [Because he didn't bother to ask Jareth for a name and probably wouldn't have remembered it anyways.]
Well, that guy got some really personal information out of me and given his previous record of being a jerkwad, I bet he's gonna try to blackmail me with it. I don't want him doing that, and I don't want him sitting there thinking about how to do it, either, because that'd be too much fun for him to have at my expense.
So I'm gonna make his information worthless because I bet it'll piss him off to have given me something for nothing.
Back in my hometown, there's this stupid book called the Book of Pure Evil that can do weird evil things and...it's hard to explain but let's just say a ton of people die. And there's this really stupid probably fake prophecy that the Pure Evil One will take control of it, kill a lot of people, and pretty much throw the world into total destruction. There's an even more stupid, even faker part of the prophecy that the Pure Evil One might be me. But I'm being my own dude. I'd rather be in a metal band. So there's nothing to worry about.
Checkmate, King. Wait, fuck. Can I take that back? That's a chess thing and I really hate chess, I just thought it'd go with the King thing. Well, I'll still use it, just make sure you all know I hate chess. Did I mention I hate chess? Because fuck chess, seriously.
Douchebags. And I'm afraid to tell you all that there's a big bag of douche right in this...building asylum thing. You might've even talked to him. You probably did, because he was the one hoarding a bunch of our body parts the week before last and making us do stupid shit to get them back. You know, the blonde big-haired guy who sits there playing with his balls all day and thinks he's the King of something. [Because he didn't bother to ask Jareth for a name and probably wouldn't have remembered it anyways.]
Well, that guy got some really personal information out of me and given his previous record of being a jerkwad, I bet he's gonna try to blackmail me with it. I don't want him doing that, and I don't want him sitting there thinking about how to do it, either, because that'd be too much fun for him to have at my expense.
So I'm gonna make his information worthless because I bet it'll piss him off to have given me something for nothing.
Back in my hometown, there's this stupid book called the Book of Pure Evil that can do weird evil things and...it's hard to explain but let's just say a ton of people die. And there's this really stupid probably fake prophecy that the Pure Evil One will take control of it, kill a lot of people, and pretty much throw the world into total destruction. There's an even more stupid, even faker part of the prophecy that the Pure Evil One might be me. But I'm being my own dude. I'd rather be in a metal band. So there's nothing to worry about.
Checkmate, King. Wait, fuck. Can I take that back? That's a chess thing and I really hate chess, I just thought it'd go with the King thing. Well, I'll still use it, just make sure you all know I hate chess. Did I mention I hate chess? Because fuck chess, seriously.