Oh, look who it is:
It’s brilliant theoretical physicist Gordon Freeman, silent protagonist of the last ten years of my imaginary pretend-life, where I have to shoot aliens and transhuman soldiers in order to survive and save humanity. Dr. Freeman appears here in VALENTINE FORM, hand-crafted from pieces of construction paper, wishing me a happy Valentine’s Day.
Technically, it was addressed to me and my girlfriend. But I can tell it’s mostly for me, since it has GORDON FUCKING FREEMAN on it, instead of duckies or Anne Geddes babies dressed like duckies, or whatever the hell it is my girlfriend is into these days. Christopher Thompson? Amy Thompson? You are both awesome, and yes, we are totally Bone Thug Valentines 4 Life.
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Goddammit. My friends ARE shit.
I was going to say, “WAIT! I’m your friend!” But then I realized that I totally did not make you an elaborate papercraft valentine, and therefore I actually am shit. Sorry for being so shitty.
Those people are the balls
nuh uh!
You should see the bloody zombie Chico got- I’d say it’s better than yours but I don’t want a fight on my hands.
I have to say, this is some of my better work, but the zombie was highlight as well. No fighting you two, there will be plenty more construction paper gifts to come. You all will have to attend my opening gala at Scott Fitness. It’s called “my sight through scissors…a paper craft perspective.”
I hope you all enjoy it.
poop