These are my drawings, people. I drew them so I own them and stuff. You can't take 'em. So there, people who steal. There.
My ass hurts worse than a frat boy's...oh, nevermind. My ass really, really hurts. Bad.
See how much Michael loves me? He loves me so much that he tattooed my cartoon-self on his arm.
Now, people, that's love--in an incredibly, white-trash, trailer-park fashion--but it's LOVE.
(I'm the one on the left. That's Delilah on the right). 
