Metalocalypse - Unpopular (15)
A while ago, William Murderface would have been bitter – outright jealous, even. He knew he didn't have Skwisgaar's elegant attractiveness or Pickles' charisma, but going to bed alone every night and hearing his bandmates at it with groupies through the walls was intolerable. The closest he usually got to a woman was a brief glimpse at a silicon cleavage before it was claimed by one of the others.
Relaxing in the living room now though, watching the other four shift and wince as they searched for a comfortable position, he couldn't help but smirk with smugness.
"Herpesch ointment not working?"
Relaxing in the living room now though, watching the other four shift and wince as they searched for a comfortable position, he couldn't help but smirk with smugness.
"Herpesch ointment not working?"
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
John Benfield
John Benfield