I gaht yooooouuuu. . . I gaht yoooou good . / Pickles’ shoulders shimmy. He’s kind of proud of himself, by his standards that was a pretty smart joke. It’s just gin, dood. We haven’t done the bleach thing since none of us wanna go to deat doctor anymore.

Get those slippy doouchebags some cleats ! or I guess don’t, ‘cause watching ‘em falling all over each other is funny as hell.

WAS DAT A SMILE —deat was a smile , wasn’t it? / coos at the straight - face, the razzing going on enough of an excuse to slip an arm behind their lovable CFO’s shoulders, for a lil’ squeeze, a lil’ shake. Only gonna squirt it down the toilet, or like I said, on murderface.

#metalocalypse #williammurderface happy Valentine's day🎀💗

Yeaah, ‘nd I’m no alcoholic . /he states as clearly as his vernacular allows, at the same time leaning over the coffee table to pick up a drink , not the ‘ bleach ‘- a different one. He doesn’t let go of his manager though - hanging off his side to get it done for the joke.

my favorite line from nathan

somewhat old nickles sludge lol

one brutal motherfucker, that’s whoo.

—wooah, okay ! I’m sorry ! / somehow equally as startled. starting on crossed wires isn’t unusual for someone inept like him at least.

It’s like marchin’ powder from the amazon, dood ! yoou wanna find oout what your spirit animal is ?