While I did once have a magnificent mustache during my lifespan, I'm not sure I was quite as squatty as that fellow there, he appears to have undergone some sort of facial origami at one point. Unless, of course, my vision is skewed by the fact that I'm dead and all.
i once shoved some iron into my crotch in a cross-like pattern, but i wasn't a big fan of hitler or the germans really. i could appreciate the nazi experiments, but they never even ate the remains, much less the leftovers the next morning. shame.
Doomcifer, I should have devoured you long ago. lizard, you too.
I'm so excited during this latest Michael Jackson trial, you have no idea the potential behind that man. Brilliance is just around the corner!
1. The souls of dead children screaming in ecstasy.
2. A vile pit of putrescence, slowly being filled by my own spunk mixed with the blood of a young mother.
3. Letters written in purgatory while recanting all that I am (it seems this one looks into the future).
4. Christmas.
5. Severed toe...