Oh man, I knew that convenience store burrito and curdled milk were a bad idea.
I have stuff, and some of it is on my desk.
Is he pondering his lot as a servant to the dark lord, or is that just a “had to poop but forgot my smartphone” pose? I don’t remember exactly where this one came from. I believe he was a birthday gift, and given my love of horror and the fact that my birthday comes shortly before Halloween I often receive cool strangeness like this.
He’s a creepy little schmuck, I grant you, but not exactly the stuff of nightmares. I imagine the other denizens of the nether world must give him a lot of crap. Of course, as is so often the case, I could take him a lot more seriously if only he were wearing pants.
With the wings and bulldog face I suppose he could be the result of some drunken act of gene splicing. A couple of scientists got liquored up at lunch and thought that they could play god by curing gingivitis or something, and the pooper from the pit was the result.
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