Don't lick my nose.

My profile design makes me want sushi. I've never had sushi, but I really like chopsticks.

Better than fork.

Chopsticks

03 Who the Hell Is Mrs. Valdez-

Husband says I suck at serious so from now on it will be clowns and pork chops. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY, HUSBAND!

Can't sleep, Monster will eat me

Do you see this poor bear? Does he not look like the most scared bear you've ever seen? Look into his eyes. He is petrified of moving, of breathing. His brain is connected to a monster. He is afraid of the wrong thought. What are the consequences of frivolous ponderings?

This poor bear who never harmed a soul has a vampire...

His nemesis sits atop his head. Bear hasn't looked in the mirror since he first felt his presence. Bear doesn't know the doofy look that washes over his parasite's face. He cowers and suffers with inaction.

His nemesis dreams of cars and frisbees. He likes biscuits with gravy. Often he ponders his own spit.

Bear with Nemesis

Our demons are never as crippling as we allow them to be.

In the interest of appearing less troll like and more real, an almost sane entry:

Cheeseballs

Don't buy that big tub of Cheese Balls at SAMs. They are nasty with a capital N. We've had this tub for, I'd say, almost two years, and it has yet to mold or whatever. I don't know if they're stale, as I said, they're nasty and I don't eat them. I should consider throwing them away soon.

Stick with Cheez Doodlez

Maniac

Not frequently, but often, I am prone to bouts of amnesia. I remember the first time like it was the first time it happened. It was new, something I had already experienced many times before.

What as I talking about? Oh yes. Barbells. I hate those things. I drop them on my foot frequently. The first and only time it happened I broke my finger. I was very sad.

Oh look! Cheese!

06 Patches the Clown

Deadbolt