There was never a saint with red hair

Dust if you must…

My thumbs make a great substitute.

Might name this one super freak. Won’t stay in his bed and follows me around crying for pets. “Fuck yo couch, nigga!”

Man, I got to peeeee, hurry up!!!!

Oh shit. Better have a squad of fine ass men come get me in a dingy!

Was trying to get my awesome blue shoes in too. :(

I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how else to convey a peacock. 

Conversations with a Spider.