God, why do I know people who personally know people like Daniel Lavoie or Garou and all they think about me is that I'm an immature freak. Seriously, Francois, you bring out the worst in me. There's a whole world going on in my head, but it's not a bad thing. And I'm not ending up alone, really, you just don't say things like that to young girls. I'm going to Scotland, finding myself a gorgeous redhead and taking him for all he's worth.
And the DJ in Propaganda could as well as kill himself. Although imagining how we could hand him down by his balls and make him sing any actual proper song instead of the dull beat he was putting on was really entertaining.
P.S. The countour was my first successful Wacom Inklong sketch. I hope we'll be friends with inkling, especially now that I've commissioned that beautiful bag for it from Fox.