chunks of flommus
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Bwargh von Modnar
happy holidays!
There is a small chunk of flesh missing from my face after it met with the floor of a Bay Area Whole
coff e from a hill of beans
Once upon a time in Typography 101, I showed up to my final half-drunk and with food poisoning from a Christmas party earlier
srsly art woman
Meanwhile, in art class . . . Everyone: * being super quiet and polite * Me: * arrives late, still drinking coffee, takes over, like, three desks; proceeds
juxtaposition, ıı
Listen, officer … I didn’t see shit. I didn’t see the shooter, or the guy outside he supposedly shot, or the girl standing nearby who
amazing technicolor butthole
Engaged in a lively debate this morning, about whether I should clean the rainbow of paint water stains out of my bathroom