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  Cash me in, color me up, give me my 15 minutes so I can sell them for smokes. Compared to the fucks I found yesterday, I have been doing an absolutely horrible, quarter-assed job of selling this plog out. I feel like a hooker with a heart of gold on her period—I know there’s […]

You see it in movies and look forward to doing it your whole life, but let me tell you; you're never truly prepared for identifying and claiming your first werewolf mauled body from the morgue.