Now that Cullen is gone, everyone give me their oddworld merchandise. I only have a faded sticker pack and a t-shirt that no longer fits. Justin told me of the time he pretty much walked out of OWI with tons of merchandise and sold it all to that little slutpig for a stupid amount of money. It hurts even more to know that if I had befriended him a year or so earlier, some of it would have been mine. He offered me a ballcap, but I would never wear the damn thing.
I always just barely reach that brass ring... just touching it with my fingertips, but then I fall again. Fall into a large pit of angry rhinoceros anuses...
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What was I talking about again?
Oh yeah. Mat, I'm looking at you. Tell you what; you give me all your OW crap, and I'll perform any sexual favor you desire. My only request is that you try your best to avoid clogging my windpipe with your batter, I have asthma.
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