Oops
I just woke up about a half hour ago from a wine-induced drunken sleep and decided it was the best idea in the world to finish watching Escape from New York for the 50th time with a bottle of Delirium Tremons and a bottle of Harpoon Irish style ale. Now I'm talking about buying a Manga style Punisher sculpture from a guy on my mask board. Isn't life funny? I wish my Nightmare would show up soon, but I know the dude hasn't even received the blanks yet. Fuckbeans. Aw, fuck it. I'm out like you know who that has become a national fucking treasure as soon as her fucking ass died. FUCK~!