We dont care to know what artwork you have in your trailor.
It's trail
er, you stupid wizard sleeve fart. My wish for you is that a family of blood thirsty bobcats chase you down, take turns anally raping you, then rip you limb from limb before finally eating you. The internet, and the world as a whole, would benefit greatly from this scenario. You're most likely the kind of little turd who takes great personal pride in the fact that a grand total of 3 people have requested you as a friend on MySpace, yet in real life you are hung up on at least twice a day by real people who see you as the stupid and worthless nob that you are. You are an embarrassment not only to your whore of a mother, but to the other stupid portion of bama's fan base that do hit-and-run posts from the relative safety of their chigger and cockroach infested shitholes. Truth be told, your mother probably wishes that during the tryst that spawned you, your dad would have pulled out and poured the seed that wound up fertilizing the egg you evolved from down her throat. She would never tell you this, but these are the feelings she really has for you.
That being said, go fuck yourself. Take a walk in the woods and fall in a stump hole full of rattlers. You're not smart enough nor worthy enough to be our village idiot.