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Thanks for the fav on Inktober 15 - Weak a.k.a Beware the wild tube man
Not a great deal is known about the wilderness people of the inflatable tube. Many have ventured into the dark reaches of the urban sprawl, trying to document their carefree behaviour and unusual population patterns, but to this day, they remain one of nature’s greatest mysteries. Despite millions of Guarani spent in market research, many questions still remain. Where do these tube people come from? Why are they so energetically happy? What is it about car dealerships that seems to attract them? Do they ever wax poetic on their role in the cosmic samba that is life on this planet? Have they ever practiced ritualistic cannibalism? Join us next week as we attempt to answer some of these burning questions when we finally put a tube person through some “advanced interrogation”. Be sure to tune in.
Thanks for the fav on Inktober 14 - Clock a.k.a Totally Tick Tocked
I’ve been in a long running dispute with a random stranger over the viability of temporal homicide for quite some time now, and I felt it was necessary to set the record straight. To those unfamiliar with issue, I am of course referring to whether or not one can, in fact, kill a clock. Sure, it sounds like a pretty straight forward concept but some people can’t seem to get their head around it. This person even went so far as to demand proof that such a thing was possible, which is completely ridiculous. Where am I even supposed to find a suitable target for that kind of demonstration? Due to their notoriously laid back nature, finding a clock that might be deserving of murder is extremely difficult. Sure, I suppose I could just pick one up a Walmart but it seems particularly cold blooded to end the life of an innocent timepiece just to win an argument. I mean I’ll do it, but I’m gonna feel really bad about it afterwards. I just don’t know I want that kind of guilt on my conscious, if I really being honest about it.
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Oh well, here it goes.