R.I.P. Elecman

Die in a fire, you son of a bitch. You’re finally dead.

I could beat your level with my eyes closed now, and I hope your corpse is slowly devoured by robo-maggots.

2 thoughts on “R.I.P. Elecman

  1. The Count’s Cereal BowlFirst and foremost I’d like to thank Patrick R. (for biggest Roob I know) Sanders for helping me buy an acoustic guitar.My neighbor told me it sounds like something Little Richard would use for a song about jokes.

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