The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
Yesterday and today, my poor yet resilient tummy has gotten nothing but poorly fermented alcohol for nutrition.
But tomorrow, I am going to be sober. Jack, the pied piper, and every single Badlander is going to pay dearly for drawing my attention to them. It shall be a glorious massacre. Like rag dolls on fire.
My gaze will turn you to ash.
When I sober up, that is.
Get over yourself, Paul. Jesus.