Years later this thing still makes me put my hands in the air like I just don't care, which isn't good since we have a ceiling fan and bruised fingers hurt like the dickens.
We'll be judging the SE fan art contest asap, keep your g-strings on, bros.
I was born in South Candyland under the rule of Queen Frosting. I was raised in a strict Necronomic household by Nigerian parents who died in a freak child-rearing accident that left me alone and homeless at the tender age of thirty-four. After traveling Asia via balloon and sniping those FUCKING MONGOLIAN FUCKERS for ice cream money I started drawing cartoons about a homosexual super villain with a debilitating spinal disease.
I'm allergic to kiwi fruit.