Hello! Greetings!
As some of you may have read on the internet machine, I resigned from The Superficial (like a goddammit fucking idiot who hates money).
However, I’m still farting out words, which you can find by following me on Twitter and/or Facebook.
And if I never got around to answering your question on here, life is a series of disappointments. Just ask my parents!
You read my Sarah Palin Russian novel?? Bless you. Bless you, my child.
And I made money writing that! What even is all of our lives?
Ah. It seems like only yesterday (but it was 1991) that the “Concerned Mothers of America” announced that they were boycotting SANDMAN because it contained Lesbian, Gay, Bi and Trans characters. It was Wanda that upset them most: the idea of a Trans Woman in a comic book… They told us they were organising a boycott of SANDMAN, which they would only stop if we wrote to the American Family Association and promised to reform.
I wonder if they noticed it didn’t work last time, either…
Actually, I really am Bob Ross. My real passion has always been celebrity breasts, so I faked my own death to pursue my dream of never painting another goddamn tree again. Fuck trees.
“It makes me wonder if you are a lady as well?”
I get that a lot. Mostly during and after sex because apparently a grown, naked man can’t cry about his shortcomings. That’s how racism starts.
It’ll return as soon as The Crap We Missed starts back up.
I’m cool. I’m gonna make it.
Wait. Is this an offer for pity sex? Because I meant the darkness is consuming me. Consuming me so hard. (Is it working? Am I finally having sex??)
Contacts. I wore glasses from 3rd to the end of 9th grade, and I have no idea why anyone willingly subjects themselves to them for fashion. Or to look smarter. I’m on to you bastards.
I don’t find her or her butt unattractive.