Wednesday, November 9, 2011

My thrash can

So I stopped gnawing on my rotten Antrax detritus and looked around my thrash can to find something else, something different. And what I found surpassed any expectations I might have had...



To my great surprise and infinite joy, I stumbled upon this marvelous piece of decaying metal from the smelly underbellies of mother torture :

2 comments:

Napoleon Bonerpants said...

wow...just wow

Napoleon Bonerpants said...

Somehow, Vinnie Paul makes it more shocking than Anselmo