Sometimes I take it personally that I was born in the most miserable month of the year (based on my latitude). I might’ve even been the result of Valentine’s Day plans gone awry. Ick.
On Halloween, I became Oogie Boogie. I identify with his hatred for Christmas.
Nothing screams unemployed bike mechanic more than this:
With Halloween approaching, I thought a touch of gore would be apt. I wanted to look as if I’d just gotten through disembowelling a large wild animal in search of the tastiest hunk of offal. Normal Halloween fantasies, you know?
Continue reading “Attention: I enjoy attention.”I’ve given some spectacular gifts.
And some really bad ones which hopefully were so bad, they were good. Like this modified soccer trophy:
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