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Busy busy busy busy day. Gotta stay occupied lest I get blindsided by the crazies. They're everywhere. Actually, no--I think all the crazies live in the head of one crackpot in south Texas.

In happier news, I got my Chopper Skeleton poster in the mail today, and it is more lustrous, more awesome, more droolworthy than any of you fucks could have imagined. Covet it. COVET MY YELLOW-DISHWASHING-GLOVES-WEARING SKULLHEAD MOTORBIKER.



p.s. rubber bands smell like skunk butt