Heavy Metal Happy Hour

The Master of Metal is an Eternal Beacon of Tasteful Disgust, renown for His Epic Scrotum, His Crimson Heart and the Tumescent Tower of Immortal Meat known as His Demondick. The Master is a Fiendish Piano Player and a Catalyst of Culture, Unleashing Torrents of Timorous Music and Manspunk across the Unsuspecting Minds of Minions, Poopers, Mothers and other Weak and Disturbing Creatures. If you smelled the Master of Metal's fingers, you would most definitely recognize the Outstanding Odor of your Mother's Sweet Vagine. For trousers, he prefers Leather; for curtains, Beef. His Bell End has been touched by more lips than the Blarney Stone and his Taint has been lovingly buffed clean by the salient saliva of poopers and other interested parties. Besides playing piano, the Master of Metal writes poetry, cultivates quality Deathleaf and Megalomaniacally Masturbates to Pervy Polaroids of Bea Arthur's Perilous Pussy.



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