Just don’t ask what her mother did for a living.

I’m as surprised as you are.

I am a patron to several ancient and eldritch nature deities.

Great… now we’re being racist about proteins.

Still a good chance for a Zachary Taylor though.

What a shrivelled nutsack.

What the hell is going on with his pinky finger?

I truly pity the cities that don’t have a coffeeshop in an old photomat.

And Florida is a lot more “red” than most people think.

Don’t forget “SON OF CARCINIZATION 5: THE REVENGENSING!”

Most days I’m at a Bosch level: Awful but manageable.

On breakthrough days I slip into Abstract Expressionism.

Defiant, no contest.

You sure you don’t want watch Cool Hand Luke in space?

Damnit… dioxygen-diflouride again.

No thanks, I’ll stick with crack.

Now only pole the loudest Americans.

Not before Zombie Roald Dahl rises from his grave and forcibly vaccinates every child in the world.

Because white.

Zen chess.

Nah, they use Higan now.