Feels like I should make a new post, but I don't wanna.
loliforgottodointernetfriendslastsatur day.

Also, can someone help me find a thread? I forgot what it was called, but it was a story thread about some white dude that liked to masturbate a lot and some black girl named Natasha.

1. Play Saccarine Trust at 2:15 AM
2. "Draw" shit picture.
3. Get bored.
4. Masturbate for about 20 minutes into an old napkin.
5. Smear napkin over picture.
6. Wait for seed to dry.

Viola!

Gets ten Internets.

Pixies or Breeders?

EDIT: I'm doing Earth Hour for two hours, the hardcore bitch I am. Gurdbah.
EDIT: Back from mass environmentalism.

I'll spare you all the details and give you a nice picture instead.
No private parts this time, just to mix it up.

I just got mine in today. So far, they don't hurt, but I have been holding back an urge to bite down frequently. I've been told that they hurt the next day, so I shall keep you all updated with magical BAWWWings tomorrow.

EDIT: Banned for posting a link to the Encyclopedia Dramatica "Offended" page. I only posted it because someone was asking what it was.

Also, the approximate date of this picture is December 10, 2008.

If at one point, I ever loved myself, I definitely stopped when I drew this.

EDIT: Due to persuasion in the comments section, I will post an old picture about every day that I drew to show you all.

...About PinkFoydZeppelin, well, the story goes like this.

It all started around last Monday, when I had just got home from any other shitty first day of the school week. I turned on the AC as I re-locked the front door, went to my room and casually unslung my backpack from my shoulders. I was about to go to the kitchen to get myself a nice bowl of Cheerios, when I noticed something in the corner of my eye. On my bookshelf, the entire jar where I keep my savings that I've been collecting since I was a wee lad of five years of age, was entirely empty. Almost praying the super secret money in my super secret special book was still intact, to my dismay, no money was left. I was in utter shock as I realised the first bill that I earned, all the fruits of the summer jobs I had, and the product of the better part of my adolescence was entirely obliterated. All $534.76. My physical body slumped to the ground in a manner similar to my book-carrying vessel that I had thrown down earlier. Suddenly, I noticed a slip of paper fall out of my super secret book, and it had barely readable words written on it. I eventually made out the handwriting, which seemed similar to a leprechaun on heroin.

"Hey sweetie. I'll pay you back later.
XOXOXOXO, Pink."

Maybe there was hope for my stash of currency now! Not bothering to do my homework, I went on to Newgrounds to message Pink, asking her what she needed the money for, why she couldn't ask, and when I would get it back. No answer, as she's been claiming for weeks she could only go on occasionally. I repeated this process for the next day, and the day after, until Thursday when another alarming event occurred.

Same thing as Monday, only starting to lose patience with Pink, although I was glad the week was practically over. Neglecting to do my homework again, I looked out the window and noticed another abnormality. The family car, the very one I was supposed to inherit in another two years (despite the fact I hate cars), had, strangely enough, vanished. Normally, my father was home around this time. In case I had forgotten to check if he was home, I called for him, and he replied with the standard "WHAT?"
"Is your car in the shop?"
"You know we can't afford fancy modifications to that piece of shit, why do you ask?"
"Well, it's-er, well, gone."
No reply. I checked again. "Dad?"

But he had left our apartment to go to the parking lot in front our building. In the absence of his normal space, a familiar note sat. I picked it up in the same manner as before, and it read:

"Hey again Silver. I'll bring it your car back tomorrow.
XOXOXOXOXO, Pink."

It was at this point where i grew a bit curious, (along with the stinging feeling of loss) of PInk's abilities. I had no idea she could hotwire a large black SUV.

My dad was in tears. I was sad, but I rode my bike everywhere, so it didn't really affect me. However, this would be worse than the money, because when my dad is upset, a domino effect occurs and everyone in turn is upset. We have to please him or everything tips off the balance of order, and this did not please him at all. Luckily, he hadn't seen the note, so he couldn't punish me for being involved with an Internet criminal.
I went on Newgrounds again Thursday, writing a rather long winded and angry message to Pink, demanding that she at least give back the car or actions would be taken against her by the authorities. Still, no reply, so I contacted Pink's other Internet friends, asking if they had heard from her recently. RobotTaco informed that she had spent approximately $529.99 on sessions at a recording studio.
I was infuriated, and proceeded to commit the coolest form of suicide, sepuku.

TL;DR: SHE SPENT MY MONEY, TOOK MY CAR, STARTED TELLIN' HER FRIENDS SHE'S GONNA BE A STARRRR

Tom sure looks happy.