She's Got TITS and Dracula TEETH!!! OOOO....SCARRRRYYYY!!!

"I'VE COME TO SUCK...YOUR...BLOOD...AND BALLS...AND BALL JUICE...AND YOUR WALLET. ESPECIALLY YOUR WALLET.

People are fucking funny. Especially that portion of people populating our planet with pussies. You see, those with pussies are involved in a never-ending Vietnam jungle scheme of constant application of bush craft to keep you constantly engaged in a firefight of absolutely loaderific proportion.

Without this constant guerilla warfare?

You got it: we're watching sports, punching each other in the mouth, and stealing cars. And not necessarily in that order.

So here you have The Tit Offensive.

The latest variety. Wherein goth sluts act all witchy and goth'd out on their way to feeling like they are "special" variant of "slut" [after loads and ultimately your wallet] and not the old style variant of cunt [after loads and ultimately your wallet]. They may even have conned themselves into believing that they are "artists," that YOUR load has something to do with "art" and that your money is the least bit of recompense for their "efforts" in extracting loads from the erstwhile "male" "artists."

Whatever.

As long as you realize here that most of the extant joy to be had here is the idea that through all of the pretense, who-haa and efforts to get you to think otherwise, this is solely about you dumping loads and loads of load over the entire proceeding. Jerking, laughing and be-smearing all of this goddamned "artistry" while they scramble for cover and mumble "but did you notice the set design?" or "Weren't the make up and fangs fab?" or finally, "you didn't even say anything about the crucifix dildo?!?"

Much like laying down a napalm strike.

I love the smell of napalm in the morning. It smells like...like...loads.