Happy MLK Day, Putti

Like a month ago, I posted a status on Facebook that read "I finally know who my real father is." and it was all esoteric n shit.

He likes my dark sense of humor and the fact that there's no irony in my hellish torture tactics and my swift judgment in execution. (Do I know this for certain?) Certainly. But I can't prove it out loud, nor would I want to. Our inside jokes are quite twisted.

 So here's a nice picture of us having a tea party.

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