When I was told who drew this image, I proclaimed "I can't believe it's Not Zilon" then chuckled quietly to myself for around an hour.
Pararoid doesn't do things by halves. When I asked him for the following image, he pulled up to my house in a monster truck and fired it at me with a cannon, before shouting "I've got your Goldmine right here!" and driving away to the sounds of loud rock music.
Poopy McTurds HATES MONDAYS AND LOVES LASAGNE!!!!!!!!!
Don't let your young children or pets see this filth from Reaperfox!
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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