SLOR OF BABE-YLON

If you, Joel, and I sold our seed to Satan and he gave birth to a wee lady babe, born from the womb holding a tattoo gun in one hand, a slice of pizza in the other, doning a crown of gypsum, she would grow up to be Aminah Slor. I've been tryin to get her back to Portland to tattoo my lucky dreg hoof forever but you wont even fuckin draw it so I guess it doesn't matter.