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Yesterday I was able to acquire these two pieces by Jean-Jirard Moebius from a comic dealer in California. It will be the first win in my quest to acquire as many of his prints or original works as I can. More high quality documentation to come once these pieces arrive in my possession. The piece on the left is #1/400 limited lithograph, signed by Moebius, printed in 1998 by Bishop Street Press, and is still in the original protective covering. The piece to the right, is titled "Dreaming" a print by Black Thorne, also signed by the man himself.
if they fuck you right away then whatever
if they make you wait til you dont care then whatever
if they make you wait the right amount but there is no hope of them ever pleasing you then whatever
if they are all cool and all and you think its amazing and she lets you fuck her in the ass without a condom then she probably does heroin or something
If Alex Rodriguez hits a homer tonight it will be his 500th, but the Yankees play a weird continuation of a game against Baltimore. That game was stopped due to a crazy rainstorm. If he hits a homer in the continuation game, the stats are attached to a game from weeks before and would mean that the homer he hit yesterday against Kansas would be his statistical 500th. Weird right?
I’m not passed out, just trying to look cool…
Here is an example of a once respected and very powerful magician, who misspoke one syllable of his shapeshifting canter on his transformation back from his rat form.
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Dan Burton died in a car accident. Together we discovered Sophies and all of it’s glorious patrons, one lonley night of drunken wandering, and it was the summer that we met that I began playing pool. He was a truly good friend of mine, and is very much responsible for bringing me into the world of billiards.
Dan, I will never forgive you for always trying to date my ex-girlfriends, but all in all you were an excellent dude and I am sorry I didn’t stay in touch with you after you went back to Minnesota. I hope you are running racks in Heaven with Fats, and I’m gonna pour 6 pitchers (our personal best) for you on Tuesday night.
I’ll miss you a lot, and I hope your brother Seth, and little sister, can stay cool somehow. Rest in peace homie, and yes, we’ll do another pitcher.
