I just can see: Death jumps in my room through my window, and says “”Hey Hepa Jump on my back and we will ride to the Neverending Story!” Then I would scream “FUCK YEAH!!!!”, jump on it’s back then die from the fall from my window. Crack cocaine is a helluva drug.
wild idea, that big silly radiator has to go though
I was just reading a book with Death on a motorcycle too. Wicked!
UTL gas tank.
Anyone else notice that if you rode it, you’d look like your butt-fucking a skeleton?
skeletons need love too
thats the only reason for riding it. otherwise its just a show piece
I’m FAIL. I spelled it “your” not “you’re.” ;-;
I just can see: Death jumps in my room through my window, and says “”Hey Hepa Jump on my back and we will ride to the Neverending Story!” Then I would scream “FUCK YEAH!!!!”, jump on it’s back then die from the fall from my window. Crack cocaine is a helluva drug.
@Hazard: that wasn’t a Piers Anthony book, was it?
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