So. I'm just sitting around. Doing my typical reflection on my Tuesday and thoughts on Sweet Justice were coming up more than I wanted. Then what happens? Then I get an email from the most despicable subhuman in the world with nothing but PHOTOS...
Subject: Sweet Justice Loves His New Home
(OK. SJ is never one to shy away from a drink. Whatever.)
(OK. Fine. He figured out SJ's diet. At least he's being good to 'er. That cape had to be staged, though. Right?)
(Wait. What the hell is REALLY going on here?)
All I gotta say is fuck that guy.