Here's the hideous fucker.
He says "Hi! I'm the gift you didn't want, from the guy you're now uncertain about."

About me. Also my Munny.

I'm a substitute teacher. I'm a tutor. I wait tables on the weekend. I haven't been to teacher's college yet. The schools I work for most likely did not actually read my resume, which plainly states that fact. I'm going to come to this blog when I feel I need to write something.
I don't really 'need' to write anything right now. I did, however, recently create a 'Munny'. I made it yesterday, and I'll display it here. I'll also display some pictures in the future. I made the Munny for my girlfriend. She was like 'Oh. It's...well, I mean, it's hideous...but that's cool.'
We just started dating about a month ago. Why would I make something this fucking crazy and then give it to her. I should totally have waited another month. Two even. Honestly, I mean. This Munny thing is nice, but it's also crazy. And for you 'Munny' aficionados out there, this is the first time I made one, and I don't know anything about them other than a few pictures I saw on the internet. So mine probably doesn't have the look you're used to.
She certainly didn't know what the look I was going for was. Disgusting. Hideous. And really, just what is she supposed to do with this now? Here it is, a gift from her new boyfriend. Now what? It's gross.
Oh well.