And as an act of laziness, I, the almighty Potato Launcher, shall copy+paste from my other blog. Ack, I still need to fix the layout (make it Miyavi) and add the links :p

I'm pretty sure somewhere out there there's a deranged person sitting in a dank poorly lit room with my pictures all over the walls and a tube of lipstick in one hand and a machete in the other. This person is most likely rocking back and forth on a beat up bed that has rope hanging from it and singing nursery rhymes backwards.
Seriously.
I am.
This all came to be last night when I was talking to my friend Jesse around 4:00am and he heard the crosswalk by his house start chirping. Of course, being the sadistic bitch that I am, I told him that it was someone coming to kill him. All of that led to me making up the Dank Room Guy.
God my life is weeeeeeeeeeird -.-
Someday I'm going to make a potato launcher, and I'll launch the good taters into my mouth, and the bad taters at small children and into the orifices of my enemies.
Care to watch?

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