>>936295406
I saw him in a dream last night.
Andy Sixx approached me back stage, after his main performance for the BVB warp tour.
>You wanna clog Anon?
>Me? You mean me Andy?
He laughed. He squated in a seated position, pulled his ass cheeks apart, and dropped a fat sloppy shit.
>Eat it off the floor, chud.
He walked away. But Mr Skruffles tapped me on the shoulder.
>If you won't eat it Anon, I will.
He got on his knees, and started eating poop off the concert floor.
My meal. It was MINE, not his!
I woke up in a cold sweat, and my wife was holding me. She's familiar with the dream too.
Also the cream and the steam.
