While I was in Baltimore, I was sleeping in Dan Deacon’s old bedroom in what was the original Wham City collective in the copycat building. The ceiling was boarded up in a really weird patchwork kinda way, with a bunch of secret compartments and weird noises coming from it. When I asked my friends what the deal was, they told me that Dan Deacon buried treasure in the ceiling before he moved out, so we decided to look for it. One night we built a ladder to reach the 20 ft ceiling and started pulling out nails and boards and then this HIDEOUS, WHEEZING BLACK CAT JUMPED OUT.
We thought it was cool for awhile until he started biting people and eating chicken bones out of the garbage so we decided to shoot that motherfucker dead. RIP, Cheese, Dan Deacon you bastard. Only you would trap an evil cat in the ceiling, seriously I’m telling all the kids who look up to you about this shit.
On the subject of sad stories involving dead animals, one of my photos is picture of the day today on fecal face.
Fucking Dan Deacon. I heard his record a few years ago (under the moniker Meetle Mice) and knew he was a tool from the start. I mean who DOES that?
so jealous you got potd BUT congrats on that shit, man!
You fucking faget !!!!!! what the hell dude !!!!!!!!!! you fucking shot that cat for fucking reason !!!!!if i knew where you lived dude i would so beat your ugly ass up !!!!!!!! I would shoot you like you did that cat you dumbass motha fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let you feel the pain that the cat went through !!!!!!! Of course animals bites you dumbass !!!!! they dig in trashes !!!!!! your so fucking stupid!!!!!!!! Idont care if you email me back because i will find out where you live and hunt you down faget!!!!!
the clock is ticking sarah… hunt me down before i kill again