Like the second coming of Jesus, but she's talking about nothing..

Holy sweet mother of God. So, a certain internet persona emerged from the depths of internet Limbo. Like she drowned herself into some sort of weird stupor, and unlike other fucking e-celebs who bitch in the internet for whiteknights to polish their knee deep little chode-swords for, she took the normal way out of internet fame, if that's something to aim for, which I hopefully one day gain - even if it means sucking some huge cocks on Brazzers. Shove a guitar of my ass and play some Nirvina, and blow my face with a shotgun. Regardless, randytaylor69 rose fucking released a video of her talking about indie games. Nothing says exciting like playing the games of people trying to counter-act the "massive amounts of violence in video-games" with shitty pseudo indie games with child-like personality, because nothing says creativity like a forced reactionary movement against a medium that never needed a movement to begin with.

Fuck I hate intellectuals.

 The point is OH MY GOD ROZE IS BACK TO TALK ABOUT GAMES IN FRONT OF A CAMERA FOR 10 MINTUES: GAMES THAT Are on the PC, something I don't have because I'm a poor sack of ethnic shit who owns a Xbox 360. My collection is so depressing, because the last thing I bought in years was the Metal Gear Solid HD: Collection.

Roze mentioned Call of Booty: Muh Friedums edition, but I thought I heard her say HIDEO KOJIMA games. The slight mention of Kojima completely rocked my cock, because METARU GYRU: GORONDU ZIRO's(Metal Gear Solid: Ground Zeroes) trailer made want to praise Allah the Merciful all the way to to Mecca, fourth base baby.

"Did she fucking play that new Ground Zeroes game? Oh God muh dick. Big Boss you're my husbando, I'd sneak in your love-box all day everyday, if you know what I'm sayin." But then my mind deciphered what my ears actually heard. And she's a PC mustard rice, so I bet she's not interested .

The point is Roze made videos about videogame expos only, without the humor or the wit and more of a disgustingly informational and journalistic approach. So I guess she's really cereal now. I'll miss that strong eccentric borderline necrophiliac appriving attitude about her, but if she feels like changing her shtick, then far be it from be, a low-life common denominator of a blog-posting loser fuck, waifu adopting, neck beard to demand change of behavior of someone so brutally intimidating, short, and British as her. She probably sips tea out of her jolly wopples doots magoops. That probaly means nipples or something. Crazy Yuropors. You little Queen-fucking shit eaters, or is that United Kingdom, or England. I don't know. Geographical illiteracy is aboard the ship if victory(FTW for internet-referecing fucktards).

Regardless, Roze, if your reading this( and  I kinda think you will at one point)just know this; My nipples are dark brown, yet my body is pretty light-skinned. Explain to me how the fuck does that happen? In my sleep, do I lather my nipples in chocolate, ? Tell God-damn it, ;_;

Stay tuned for more mediocre drawings from a mediocre blogger with mediocre writing with a mediocre life, and mediocre libido, which probably makes me conservative. Thanks for reading my bitch fans, which in total consists of some weird Porn site referrer that's fucking up my traffic from Germany, and that one dude living in some igloo in Alaska, probably fucking some husky native-American bitches with diabetes while playing Halo 3 on a oil-powered generator, some glow-in-the-dark techno-dildo-dicks from Russia who've no understanding of the English language but read my shit anyways, and that one viewer from the United Kingdom, and that weird dude who finds my site through searching randytaylor69 every other week. Relax dude, I'll draw her in every hair color. Jesus, Chill.

Funky stuff.

Reading about Parkinsons leaves scared and...shaky.

I haven't updated my blog in eons. My voyage to the Himalayas may have been an obstruction to such goals like ironic shitty hipster blog-posting. Perhaps. But I feel like I am indebted to you dedicated 0 followers of mine. However, there is a problem. I haven't been keeping a firm grip on the pencil (my penis however...) and I haven't drawing much lately. It's a sad state of affairs for a fat-man who is not Gabe Newell, but rest-assured,  nigs, I'm back from the dead, to yet again inappropriately overuse curse words like a kid turrets who just found out he can abuse his illness in front of a church mourning of the loss of a baby who had retarded autism... The fuck? That doesn't make a hint of sense. Regardless, the dead autistic baby was buried in an coffin made of legos, in which all pieces were organized in set colors, just how we would've wanted.

Okay, here comes the art dump. Not much, but - well I don't know brah - my chronic masturbation and porn habits have gotten in the way of productivity. Damn you left hand, you accursed blessing!(Oxymoron mother-fucker haha!)

I have several problems with the way I drew Malcolm X, basically my only beef that I didn't tilt his fucking chrome enough to justify the fingers holding his head up.

That's the white woman hovering over Malcolm. She has a great youtube channel, randytaylor69, look her up.

I can't cite this reference, because I don't know where it comes from.

This is from an old painting, by French Impressionist White-Flagging Renoir

Some of it, I admit, is pretty weak, imcomplete, flacid, impitent, shallow, offensive(considering there's a pair of breasts OH NOES!!). Therefore, I'm going to try to step it up this week, considering I know have an audience anticipating my work. And by audience, I mean ghosts. And by ghosts I mean fuck yourself bitch I'm still posting anyway. If you jerked-off to any of these sketches, I applaud you. You have wanked to something drew with my hand, therefore I have literally given free hand-jobs. I'm a dirty slut.

As always, critiques wanted, appraisals not becuase I can't be happy with myself. I don't deserve to have myself. I hate myself. Just kidding, I love myself, and my penis. Thanks for your time, bustas.