Hello foolish friends. It’s Friday, and that means several things. First off I’ll be eating my weight in pizza. Later on in the evening I’ll spend it cursing my eating habits and burning asshole. Before either of those lovely moments however, I’m going to implore you to glom onto the Spaceship Omega in the various fashion. The Book of Faces. The Twitterererer. Be Tumblin’ with us. But mere clicking moments for you, infinite gratification for me and my forthcoming quivering bowels. I love you.
It’s Friday. After today I’ll only spend nineteen hours blogging as opposed to the usual soiled-undies and empty-canned madness of the week. Everyone drink! Or if you’re a Friend of Bill W, take a pleasant walk. Anyways indulge me for a moment in promoting the various methods you can connect to the Mothership. I ain’t begging, but if you dig us and you can tether in, Imma love you. Forever.
Frequenters of the Omega! Mere passersby trying not to vomit into their hands at the content here. I beseech you all to humor me for the minute on some self-promotion. I need you to enhance the army. Promote our war assets. Join the squad of reprobates. OL can be found in a variety of flavors. Do us a solid. We need you. More flesh for the Monolith.