Oh my god, look what I've done!
Firstly,
darwinpolice is a real person! And he drinks queer pink drinks! On Bourbon Street, even!
Then I got myself right in the middle of a pickled Swede sammich. Lordy, Lawd, that was mighty fine.
Then it was time to say goodbye to Erik because he is a BIG IMPORTANT BUSINESS MAN GRRRR! So Lars and I headed up north to my cabin in the secluded Mississippi Delta where my plan to murder him was thwarted by a stray moose we had lots of fun.
You can see the long road to nowhere here. Lars bonded with my Reilly:
Then I showed him the place where I was forced to work as a small child. Or maybe it's the old gin commissary dating back to the '30s. Whatever.
Lars learnt the value of Southern pride:
At some point he also learnt the value of watching me and my friend molesting a statue of some dead guy amidst miles and miles of rubbly devastation.
We chilled at my old pad:
Then we said goodbye. He cried. I smiled.
Then I decided to post another pic of Erik and me.
If you're scary and you know it, clap your hands! *clap clap*