Sadly this post is in honour of a lovely little man that I lost last Thursday. My dear Farber you were the most wonderful companion and friend and one of the greatest inspirations in my life. If only we could all love and accept the world the way that you did, we would never have to wonder what paradise was like. You will never stray any further from my thoughts than you did from me in life.
With the greatest respect to you, Farber, I dedicate this picture to you. I know it would make you happy and give you great pleasure to know that it makes pretty girls wet their pants. You lover you!
I would also like to note that I am officially, until further notice, mad at the world. I will likely do nothing about it, except seeth in my bitter acid until this time passes. If I could crap in somebody else's pants you likely know who's it would be. I wouldn't actually want to be there in person to do it, but if I could teleport my shit that would be really cool. Imagine sitting there working on some document at work on your computer and suddenly - "What the Fcukit!!!!1 There is somebody else's shit in my pants, because I sure as hell didn't just shit my pants!" Ha ha, I'll get working on it. To bad Scotty is dead, he could have helped me develop a pants unit once we could find some dilithium crystals.
