mambo!

I sold bro one perc

let us bid farewell bitter annoyance and feast, let us sound drums and trumpets and throw from our voices three cheers!

daddy gets what daddy wants #slowstrokes

Wusbobin

I suddenly wake standing upright. surrounding me is a stage seemingly filled with silhouettes. as I start to orientate myself I realize that I hear what sounds like deafening torrential rain. a rain I have heard in dream once before. gradually I start to comprehend the significance of the sound. it's not rain at all, I can tell because I'm completely dry. the sound bellowing in this enclosed chamber is in fact the sound of clapping, of applause. every one of these faceless silhouettes is clapping for me, or rather clapping at me, not for my accomplishments, but rather for providing them hearty entertainment. each and every one of these featureless beings is expressing themselves in the only meaningful way that they are able to.