Today, whilst I was on my way to a lecture, I was accosted by a gang of youths. They set upon me with weapons and tried to steal my money. When I resisted (clinging to my wallet for dear life) one of them smacked my hand so hard. I was left bleeding for hours when I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare, but I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air!'. I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'. I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air!
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One day I may actually post artwork here. It will be a special day...
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Say it loud. I'm freaky styley and I'm proud!
Im sure you rarely if ever check this, but still. It's the principle of the matter.
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Say it loud. I'm freaky styley and I'm proud!
Run for your lives!
P.S. His power must is over NINE THOUSANDDDDDDD!
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Say it loud. I'm freaky styley and I'm proud!
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I wasnt begging for my life.. I was offering you yours..
My Gallery - [link] - Take a little time to look if you have some
I do Griffgriff comisions
Right now I'm pondering the ethics of uploading the comic sans lines as my own work!
Dan gave a thumbs up with the latest comic, so we know it's a good'n
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Shrödinger's cat was murdered
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