P4T0U
Member
You dad's going to be pretty happy about you turning your house into a collage made with parts of your own body,
* Gorific *
I'll celebrate my happy deathday with my lungs acting as balloons, banners and straws made of intestines and cartilage, a beatbox made by my heart... to control it, you only need to siphon and blow, and the best DJ claims my head as a prize. My balls for the last.