Hare's a picture.

Get it? Hare's a picture? Yeah it's gay. Shutup bitch.
So this is the younger daywalker Devin. If you don't understand what daywalker means then watch some South Park. According to this show I have no soul and my parents are afraid of me. Also here's something they won't tell you: when I drink V8 I get the cramps and poop out these horrible little monsters.

So today I decided to try and draw a picture of one of them. So I drank some spicy V8 and quickly clubbed it when it's hideous face popped out the chute. Since an unconscious model is the best model(don't ask how I know this) I was able to squeeze two pictures through before browney(I named it) woke up and crawled into the toilet drain. On retrospect it's probably a good thing that I don't really like V8(I just drink it for the unusual shat pleasure) especially since there's no telling what these little buggers could do to our plumbing. Unfortunately, Nolan loves V8 and craves it constantly. I also believe his chocolate dragons to be composed of a different animal than mine since something new and strange leaves hair in the shower drain while simultaneously eating all my food. But if you discount the evidence that I also eat my food and take showers, there is a vague possibility of it being Nolan himself. Shocking and disturbing. I know. Will anything ever be done to curb this menace? The most likely answer is,"No". The world is indeed a screwed up place.
Entity from my ass

A moment of silence please...

On March 1st 2008 at about 4:00, this poor, sweet German Shepard passed away. It was a (relatively) quick death.

This post is dedicated to him.

His name was Thunder.

Sadly, he chose to wile away his eight short years of precious life. While the family would leave during the day to pay the bills, he would sleep off his frequent hangovers and dream dreams that only true delinquints can dream.

His only other activities, besides napping and drinking, involved such risky acts as chasing squirrels, begging for handouts, barking at horses and other doggies, and pitifully asking for a good back rub. We bow our heads in shame; although this pup was well-mannered, he did not live a rich life.

He was survived by, Joslyn(mommy), Stephen(daddy), Nolan(old bro), Devin(me), Jenaye(sis), Larissa(little sis), Kenton(little bro), and Brysen(littler bro).

The murderess of this fine animal expressed sorrow. She confessed that she was a dog lover(but only of the dogs that she owned) and that she wanted to make it up to us(she did it on purpose she's lying). Apparently her car hit him(but not hard enough) and poor, sad, hurt Thunder wobbled down the road a few yards before the evil teenager jumped out of her vehicle and bludgeoned him to DEATH. No charges were pressed.

We dug a deep grave for this deserving animal. He was the dog of all dogs.

We shall all mourn his passing. I am crying right now as I write this post. That's how much this dog meant to us(me especially I miss him the most ha).

Oh, and the rat died too. We threw him in the garbage can.