6 more days.

I am Jack's hairy ass.

STOP RUNNIN' WIT DAT BREDDA
YOU DUN NEED 'IM
HE'S A PUSSYHOLE
HE'S A CHIEF LEAVE 'IM

Ray Gun? Gay Run?

What?!


I had a completely different post typed out, but then I realized that anything after 3AM on a Saturday morning is just me being moody. Moody, sleep-deprived (I love going for extended periods without sleep. Masochistic? Alilbit.) and hyperextended me.



(The Weepies? Stupid name. Good music.)

Oh, shit.

Say hello to Gym Lungs the GIRAFFE.




P.S.
My birthday is coming up, and I really like giraffes. You should get me one.



<3

Honestly though, it's made of win. Looks how well he knows the moves to Bye Bye Bye!

Frustrated due to the lack of updates over at On My Desk, I've taken my own deskshot for posterity's sake (and because I'm odd like that).



Now back to failing at life.


At least I do it with a flair!

I think I'll stick to non-fontly endeavours.