Satan’s Mother


Yesterday was a HARD day. So hard, I think I turned into Satan’s mother. Or maybe Satan himself. Here’s proof:

Okay. Maybe this is a little overboard. Maybe I didn’t threaten to burn down Bikini Bottom or ask Santa for a refund on last Christmas. But I’m pretty effing sure yesterday was HAAAAARDDD!

Disclosure: No children or fictitious sponges were hurt in the making of this video or otherwise.  And I’m not really a pyro. I haven’t owned a lighter since that Skid Row concert back in the early 90s.



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