Someone became a wrestler all because I talked shit. about the weather. six years ago.

WOW.

I really wish I were making these things up.

AND FOR THE RECORD, I HATE THE WEATHER HERE. IT'S FUCKED UP IN THE ASS AND ALWAYS HOT AND HUMID ALL YEAR LONG, AND THE PUNK ASS BITCH SUN STINGS MY FRAGILE SKIN WITH ITS INTENSE ULTRAVIOLET RADIATION. I CAN'T WAIT TO MOVE IN WITH MY FATASS BRO UP NORTH AND SEE SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME. SHIT DAWG. I LOVE ICE AND COLD, BITCHES. IT'S GOING TO BE SO GREAT BITCHING ABOUT SNOW. WHEN I MOVE I'M GOING TO MAKE A TUMBLR DEDICATED TO MY BITCHING ABOUT WEATHER. THAT WAY MORE PEOPLE WILL BECOME WRESTLERS BECAUSE WHOOOOA MAAAAN MY SHIT TALK IS A JOB/DESTINY PLACEMENT GURO OF SOME SORT. LOOK AT ME TALKING SHIT ABOUT THE WEATHER AGAIN. MAN I AM OUT OF CONTROL!


POSTED HERE ONLY BECAUSE EVERYWHERE ELSE EVERYBODY EXPECTS PROFESSIONAL ARTWORK FROM ME AND I JUST WANT TO DOODLE DEFORMED DIARRHEA TO ELIMINATE ART BLOCK. I AM OBNOXIOUS.