DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS.
That is all.
I'm not an artist. If you couldn't figure it out, that's why every picture in my gallery credits the artists.
Gosh I'm feeling snippy tonight. Maybe I'm turning into a pair of anthro scissors.
34 years ago today my mom managed to push me out of her vagina.
I should send her a thank you note or something.
How do you send a thank you note for that though? Like, "Dear Mom, thanks for letting Dad PLOW YOUR PUSSY and then evicting me nine months later."
...yeah, I'll send that one, that sounds about right.