>browsing the current log thread, earbuds in, listening to Animaterr Man's "Down with the Shitness"
>i see something... wrong, with this thread.
>scroll a bit further
>i recognize the cheesy grin
>somebody posted Dani Fucking Filth
>right then, he bursts through my ceiling
>his dick is out, it's small and smelly
>he tries pissing on me
>i avoid the toxic, cold stream
>andy bursts through the celing
>andy shits in daniel's mouth
>he turns to me, and gives me a sly smirk
>i open my gullet as he spreads his cheeks, allowing me to suck a log of shit from his asshole
To be fair, you have to have a scat fetish to understand Andy Sixx's logs. The flavor is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of eating da poopoo, most of the logs will go over a typical eater's head. There's also Andy's nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his songs - his personal philosophy draws heavily from his dad Nikki, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these logs, to realize that they're not just tasty- their flavor says something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike eating logs of shit out of Andy Sixx's asshole truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the bouquet of his creamiest, steamiest dumplings, which themselves are a cryptic reference to Turgenev's Russian epic Fathers and Sons. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Andy's logtrain unfolds itself into their gaping mouths. What fools... how I pity them. And yes by the way, I DO have a BVB tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for Andy's eyes only. And hopefully I can demonstrate to him just how dedicated I am too answer the question: "Would you?"