Massive photo dump of pixels and colors formed to make images of the Toy Team in between ripping spots new assholes.
Again, we begin with a thick dollop of procrastination.
What does the future hold for me today? Do I have what it takes to be a pro on Toy Machine?
What is that beast lumbering
across the open lot?
Gracious tour guide.
No more 5-hour-energy, no more Starbucks, coconut juice is the new energy booster.
5 hour anti-energy.
Leo jizzes all over Kevin's chest.
And Daniel's face. Rapture on all levels.
Cling to me.
Grade-A prime loitering.
When the Toy Machine leaves this place, the only thing left will be smouldering ashes.
Ah, ah, We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow. The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands, To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
Nothing to see here, move along.
Pulling back the curtian to reveal the
wizard Minister of Propaganda.
We are calling the police!
Mini catepillar climbes the mound-ish fingertip of ?????
Fascinating actions shots of people getting into cars.
"Its.......What I do."
I'm warming up to excersize my skills.
Yeah, I missed it.
When not lounging in strip malls, Dan-Lu is generally killing it.
MOP gets creepy.
Like I said, Its a Photo Dump Mega-Post...
All for you.
Face-melting guitar solo with a custon Matt B board.
Are those stupid people still watching us?
I don't know how I feel about taking part in this photo dump anymore.
To the vans!
Soon to be gone ladies and gentlemen, soon to be gone.
Meet me in the shadows.
I control your kids.