The first bubblegum comic book to suck your socks off… and they’re coming to your local suburbia art walk before we melt into oblivion with the Mothman !!
Life: It is about the gift not the package it comes in. ~Dennis P. Costea, Jr.
Mr. Fuck does not bowl, play football, kickass in soccer or shoot the moon…he is a poseur for the dames!!
‘Twas the fucking night
Before a fucking glorious and righteous holiday…
And all through the fucking dump
Not a fucking creature was fucking stirring
Not even a fucking rat…
The cigarette butts lined up with no care
In hopes that his fucking lighter
Would instantly light the butts there…
Squatting in a cardboard fucking box
Cozy and warm…
What to his fucking ears
Did he hear?
But a sound of a drunken Santa
Walking down his alley
With a couple of glass-tinkling beers…
“Hey Santa could your spare
This old fucking punk a drink?”
“Yes sir I’ve two left…”
SO they stood in the alley
Fucking Santa wobbling a lot
Mr. Fuck laughing
The beers he fucking drank up…
Then he put Santa in a Taxi
Sending him home to his fucking Penthouse apartment …
Waving good-bye out the back taxi window… Santa yelled,
“Fucking merry glorious and righteous holiday to all!!!
Bitchin’ and out-of-sight!!
Under a new moon, feverish and hearing the call of revolution Mr. Fuck inspires us again….
DOn’t drag me back is Mr Fuck’s fave song… and thinks this album is fucking fun to listen too..