Another Monday, another meeting, and another chance to watch the ever changing palette that is the face of Kelly Brown.
Some say that watching his face is like watching a painting, that undulates and moves in a rhythm that is his and his alone.
It's like a one celled organism - like- an amoeba. A shape shifter of sorts. How else can you explain the ever changing beauty of it?
Simple. You can't. It can't be explained- it can only be witnessed. And so it was once again today- and once again, I lay the meager offerings to you here.
Enjoy my friends....
I call this one - "I Think I See Nipple". It's both hopeful and inquisitive at the same time.
Moving on...
Kelly, an agnostic of deep faith (?), is clearly saying a prayer here, and that's why.
This one is entitled: "Please God, Please Make His Head Explode So This Meeting Can End...."
NEXT!
This one is: "WAIT A SECOND! Roadkill's real name is SCOTT??? WTF!!!???"
And lastly - THIS ONE-
I call this one: "The Squeaky Noise of a Forced Fart".
I'm quite sure that Kelly burst a blood vessel in the seconds after this photo was taken.....
<sigh>
Honestly- its exhausting going through these. Physically, it's draining. Emotionally, it's draining.....
But.....like a band after finishing their final song.....the roar of the crowd brings them back for ONE MORE....
And this one's called -
"Itchy Tits".
Annnnnnddddd "Thank you, GOODNIGHT!!"
<crowd goes wild....and the chants start- "WE WANT MORE! WE WANT MORE!!"
And once again the lights dim......and I come back out on stage- to give you one more.....
<fireworks, confetti, and pyro explode on cue>
As the curtain comes down, the crowd goes wild.
The lights come back on. The show is over.
And......I'm spent.
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