Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

The Uncle Drinky Scale of Interwebs Affection (tm):

a) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky doesn't even know; he still loves you.
b) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky knows marginally only via the interwebs; he loves you.
c) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky knows well via the interwebs; he really loves you.
d) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky knows in real life; he loves y'all so much.
e) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky has known in real life for a while and is dear friends with; his love, it is nigh-unto boundless.

f) Those of you who know damn well who Uncle Drinky is talking about, those of you that know Uncle Drinky, and he knows you, and we're like a fucking box of Peeps, with our sides all melted together so that we're practically one big slab of squishy sugar?

Well, Uncle Drinky loves the living hell fuck shit piss ass out of you.

And he means that in the best possible way.

Seriously.

Hell yeah.

"This song goes out to all you modern day troubadours out there....and I think I know who you are." -- "Alienation's For The Rich" - TMBG

Holy. Fuckdamning. Shit.

bobo_dreams, nee Ryan Roman, a NY artist who hangs with all the cool cats on the FUCKING AWESOME comic community act_i_vate, (after starting on redheaded stepchild de_act_i_vate), he...well...

HE DREW ME AS MY VERY OWN SORCEROUS BASTARD, SIR REGINALD.



Y'all keep doin' this shit for me and I'm gonna have to spend an entire night drinking Bushmill's from the bottle and crying, he said, as though that were different than every other night.

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Who will fling poo at you if you don't check out his LJ and the two comics communities