... down a hole.

Apparel

If you saw somebody wearing a brilliant T that said something vaguely amusing on the front and Brainbooger.com across the shoulders, like the tattoo of a fucking genius, congratulations, twas me.  Now you know how sexy I am. 

But unfortunately, like me, that shirt was one of a kind.  And unless you dropped to your knees on the spot and immediately ate my dick, I didn't give you the one off my back.  Did I? 

Fortunately though I happen to know a magical place; a place in which imps with proportional bodies skip freely, dance, doodle, canoodle,  make love and clothes.  And it's not Santa's workshop, although similarly decorated.   One loves the inspiration behind these impish creations.  Shit, it's almost Shakespearian -- imagine for a moment a 'Big Willy,' acting a fool, pissed out of his MIND in the local tavern, madly penning parody across the buxom bosoms of boisterous barmaids before being beckoned to work where he eked out a pitiful living writing gay tripe for a bunch of wealthy queers he intimately despised.  Just kidding homos, relax.
 Stay tuned peeps... One love.
-JPF

The Emperor, sadly, is too fat for his new clothes...