Mi corazon esta muriendo porque estoy sin ti

I'm sick a dog today so I thought I'd bring it back to the old school. Back when things were simple and a man could be subject to international ridicule for dangling his baby out the window like so much grandma's panties. Unicorns, fatty dunks, and cherries are featured here also. My coworker tells me to draw things dunking when I don't know what to do with a drawing. That's why matador shitty mickey was slamming b-balls into sensually receptive hoops at work yesterday. That's the type of things I'm sometimes choosing not to share here -- merely to describe in a tantalizing way. He was also flanked by the world's strongest boy doing air pushups and shamu laying the whoop ass down on foolish mortals that dare to approach him as though he were their precious lap dog. What an abomination. I, of course, did the right thing and shredded it into millions of tiny pieces. The photograph below is Jason Forrest, herald of '70s softcore pornography, standing before the actual location in Berlin where MJ dangled his infant but a few short years ago. RIP MJ.

And this is Japan.