Author: esworp

In the garage beyond time, Bikethulu waits.  Dreaming.

The Beast’s slumber shall soon cease, as the toiling of it’s supplicants
bears fruition once again. None shall be spared of its wrath. 

As the ceremony progresses, the unclean mechanic endeavors to consecrate the clutch in a wrathful series of nigh-spazmodic gestures. He gazes into the beast and he feels the crushing blackness of its timeless malevolence.

Take a pen. 

Hey you fuck-shits, I know you’re all kinds of havin’ money.  Maybe youse should donate some to prostate cancer research?   The broads have that month where they make everything pink for boob cancer…  why’s not do something like that alsready.  So’s I did.

http://mobro.co/Esworp  <—-  donate here to support researching Cancer of the Junk.

Seriously, though.  the canadians have raised 13 million dollars, and the us is at 4.3 million.  we CANNOT allow the Canadian Mustache Gap to prevail.

also, I’m open to doing some of that “make a team” thing.. shrug.

PS:  thanks for tolerating my pendantic bullshit.