Category: Bruce Shark

No more bacon?!

For Shilo….and Chris Beveridge​.

Buy some bacon, already…

because I can’t figure out how to smear Bobbi Jo Woods​.

Gud nite, G-balls.

What did you see Adam Hollman​ that made you make dis face?

Was it a shark?

Just drank from wrong mug.

That’s the paint mug.

Not coffee.

Jeezus.

You do realize when y’all post pictures of yerselves, I’m paying attention, right?

by the glow of the compy, Christophe Curtis​

Dear Coffee-

You vile bitch….how dare you abandon me after all my years of servitude to your alter?

The one time I really need you to wisk the pain away on yer brown tide of caffeine, you bail like parents dropping their kids off at a Chuck E. Cheese birthday party.

WTF, coffee?

Signed,

Whipping boy sharkface

What did mini-shark whisper to you?

To my fintastic frond, Romeo Void​.

Poor shark’s migraine medicine.

Hot shower.

Double dosed.

Ni ni, G+.

Zzzzzzzzzzzz…..

Sometimes before or during a migraine, creative mojo hits hard.

This muse won’t be ignored, much like Glenn Close, and since I have cats, not a rabbit, and I don’t want them boiled, this is the result.

Belated, but still with the fully intended best wishes for my favorite metal viking, the bad ass master of darkness and feels, Darryl Mouzone.

Happy birthday, Dude.

Rock on.

Darryl Mouzone​