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Showing posts with label i'm screwed (four times). Show all posts
Showing posts with label i'm screwed (four times). Show all posts

My Soul Is Screwed (In)

This is the handiwork of science and surgeons (not sturgeons, which taste terribly fishy, and fish is not something that will be going down the gullet you see here). There's some screws, a metal plate, and a cadaver bone betwixt them.