unnecessaryz

Jesus. Some serious shit went down in my last journal entry that I wasn't expecting. I was savagely attacked by both rap and breakdance within an hour of each other, MisterSatan's pants exploded seconds before he blasted off into the clouds, and more people than I thought was normal expressed interest and/or joy in regards to my new Mach 3, or Razor of the Apocalypse , as I call it in bed. I will deal with the former incidences appropriately when the time comes, but for the time being, I am able to satiate everyone else's strange sexual need for hilariously huge everyday items via my pics section. Look to the end, and you will see me doing something you will never do: shaving with a novelty sized, working razor. Sometimes it's great to be me.