Spat Forth from My Mother's Womb, Clutching Clots of Blood in Both Fists
It's my birthday in one month (Note: As those who know and love me are aware, I celebrate a birthday month known as Dantoberfest, if only because I am a self-possessed pain in the ass. Yea, all preparations must be beginning for the feting of my sloppy issuance into this hellish earth.
So, what are you going to get me? Specifically, "What?" we should all ask ourselves, "Would Mr. Dan Kelly want most?" Besides your soul, naturally.
Actually, I wouldn't mind if someone picked up one of these for me. Shockingly, I've been too cheap to get one.
So, what are you going to get me? Specifically, "What?" we should all ask ourselves, "Would Mr. Dan Kelly want most?" Besides your soul, naturally.
Actually, I wouldn't mind if someone picked up one of these for me. Shockingly, I've been too cheap to get one.