Jay, my inbred hillbilly sister and I were enjoying your clones when she realized that it was time for her shift at our local strip club. Poor girl... Flat as an 8 year old Vietnamese boy, but she tries.
The other night I caught her on the porch kissing our brother, and I heard him say, 'Dang, sis, you kiss almost as good as Maw.'
She replied, 'Yeah, that's what Paw says.'
Anyway, mate, love your technique. Obviously, you use paint when you make your customs, unlike my own technique, which is to gather some random fodder, feed it to my hogs, wait for the creativity to do its thing (naturally, through their gifted intestines) and snap pictures of what comes out, presenting it as my own work, without any alterations.
Looking forward to seeing more from you.
r1
