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So, on a whim I swore a solemn oath not to whack off until Hate Song was updating again. I’m not sure where that came from, but I stuck to it anyway. As the months went by I became more and more certain that Hate Song was never going to come back; that KC’s Atrophied wrists and Fred’s atrophied frontal cortex had finally taken their toll. I put my dick in a box and, needless to say, started mainlining truly heroic quantities of uncut Afghani skag to ease the pain.
Then, while I was pokin’ around on Rumblo I linked back over to HS for the first time in… a long time. Just a cathartic little indulgence, a smoky memory of the orgasm’s I’m not aloud to have because I take some things, namely drugs and stupid oaths, a bit to far.
Imagine my suprise then, imagine my shock and pleasure, when I realized that updates were now being made. Can you imagine my glee? Can you detect the heady musk of my febrile sweat? Can you smell me, sirs? Can you smell my fucking MUSK?
I stumbled into my closet to retrieve my cock, feeling like I just took the first dose after a detox-day. I was shivering and moaning like an extra in a George Romano flick. I felt scared and wild, hot and bright. I felt as beautiful as a second chance. I felt as powerful as the fist of a vengeful God. I found the box behind a case of incendiary shotgun shells and the pair of blood-red slingbacks that I wear sometimes when I’m feeling down on myself. I blew off the dust, and put it back on.
As the friction-locks snapped firmly into place, I realized that my beloved dog had been anxiously following as I had careened, half-blind and shell shocked, into my room. I had only a fraction of the second to scream a warning before the blood hit the floor.
In summary, I came real good, but I have to bury my dog now. Thanks dudes.
June 10th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
LOL that is suuuuper intense.
June 10th, 2009 at 6:36 pm
Ho-ney? Why you kill my father?
June 10th, 2009 at 7:43 pm
Ampong!
June 10th, 2009 at 10:07 pm
OH MY GOD HATESONG KC YOU UPDATED NOW I WONT HAVE TO SPIT ON YOUR PICTURE ALL DAY AND THEN BURN IT OH KC THANKS FOR THE UPDATE OH JESUS
June 11th, 2009 at 3:44 am
Yeessssss.
June 11th, 2009 at 6:31 am
lolita? awesome- i love that book
June 11th, 2009 at 7:59 pm
I saw you draw this KC! I SAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW YOUUUUUUUU
June 12th, 2009 at 5:44 am
So, on a whim I swore a solemn oath not to whack off until Hate Song was updating again. I’m not sure where that came from, but I stuck to it anyway. As the months went by I became more and more certain that Hate Song was never going to come back; that KC’s Atrophied wrists and Fred’s atrophied frontal cortex had finally taken their toll. I put my dick in a box and, needless to say, started mainlining truly heroic quantities of uncut Afghani skag to ease the pain.
Then, while I was pokin’ around on Rumblo I linked back over to HS for the first time in… a long time. Just a cathartic little indulgence, a smoky memory of the orgasm’s I’m not aloud to have because I take some things, namely drugs and stupid oaths, a bit to far.
Imagine my suprise then, imagine my shock and pleasure, when I realized that updates were now being made. Can you imagine my glee? Can you detect the heady musk of my febrile sweat? Can you smell me, sirs? Can you smell my fucking MUSK?
I stumbled into my closet to retrieve my cock, feeling like I just took the first dose after a detox-day. I was shivering and moaning like an extra in a George Romano flick. I felt scared and wild, hot and bright. I felt as beautiful as a second chance. I felt as powerful as the fist of a vengeful God. I found the box behind a case of incendiary shotgun shells and the pair of blood-red slingbacks that I wear sometimes when I’m feeling down on myself. I blew off the dust, and put it back on.
As the friction-locks snapped firmly into place, I realized that my beloved dog had been anxiously following as I had careened, half-blind and shell shocked, into my room. I had only a fraction of the second to scream a warning before the blood hit the floor.
In summary, I came real good, but I have to bury my dog now. Thanks dudes.
June 12th, 2009 at 10:09 am
Love it. The art seems different?
June 12th, 2009 at 10:59 pm
anyone else like kc’s ampong more than fred’s?
June 15th, 2009 at 9:21 pm
Oh goodness, I hope those two get back together.