I'm worried that I might have hit the end of the internet and all that remains is the dark net, but I'm alright for hitmen and white-slaves at the moment.
That's my opening line to hide the fact that trawling Twitter today didn't really give me any ideas for trying to write a comedy post. It's all Trump, Brexit, and our own shambles of a government on the feed right now and that just gets tiring after a while. I think that means they've finally won. Good for you, you bastards.
So whilst I go off to slave over a few dick jokes for Wednesday's upcoming post I've uploaded a picture of the latest charcoal project I'm working on for my Crap Artwork page. It's not done yet, despite the signature (I just like signing my name to things).
Oh, and Tootiepie who sent me the hate (as seen on my Home page) never got back to me, which was a real disappointment since he was able to express himself so passionately yet remained self aware enough to ensure he put a signature on it. Liking my own comment was maybe a bit on the nose for him. Ah well, as the poet Taylor Swift said, "Haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate... now please stop writing to me Kyle, you are incredibly far down the list of guys I'd ever go out with."
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