Mr.Gigante asked me to make a WrestleMania XXX poster so I did it.
TWO STREAKS WILL END
He burst from the bay with a snapping turtle two feet wide held up above his head like a title belt. He slashed its shell open on the underside, a big bloody x, and shouted the scientific names of bloodborne turtle pathogens as he kicked the loading gate open and sprayed the crowd. I ran for the beach but a dialog box appeared with a warning: THIS PRODUCTION IS NOT AUTHORIZED TO OPERATE BEYOND THESE PARAMETERS.
An hour later, with everyone still locked inside, the infected workers began to chant for RAW MEAT RAW MEAT RAW MEAT RAW MEAT.
I web-translatored the lyrics and got a beautiful poem about fucking Jotaro in a hotel:LEAKED PART 3 OPENING SONG!
non-smoking rooms and JoJo
hints, hints, hints a little joke he says
to give the illusion that
very hip, waist, and hip confusion
he is fire and ice
JoJo fine
(via thebuttz0ne)
I like it when Christopher drags them around by the hair.
Chris Jericho WWE Elite Collection figure (series 20) NEEDS MORE GLOW DAMNIT. The jacket is pliant rubbery stuff—too stiff to allow his arms to move—but it does come off.
Black Jack vs. Rohan, suggested by torterrable. This is like.. halfway there.
I think Johnny fathered some kids before his paralysis
and the Liz Phair song Soap Star Joe is about his great-great grandson.
Mini flashlight inside a white plastic juice bottle (covered in hairs). I use this a lot.
and a proper close-up of Mr. Kishibe’s moneymaker