Blüd for the blüd god, whisky for Jaw.

There was once this man, dancin' to the full moon naked.

He asked : "Will i ever see the day where my jaws will face an adequate adversary!?

The moon in it's eldritch tounge said : "Can you stop?"

The man ceased his motions, standing still. "After all these years it's true...the moon actually ♥♥♥♥♥♥' speaks."

The moon sighed. "Listen, i know you've had this undying desire for chewing gum okay, but all that you've done were unneccesary."

The man couldn't believe it. He stood for eons it seemed, walking back and forth.

"So, that means that Kurt Kobain's death was all for nothing?"

"Ye- what? Kurt Kobain? What's he got to do with this?"

"My phallus destroyed him. Had to cover it up as a suicide."

"..."

"What?"

"Have one of these." The moon threw a jawbreaker at the man.

The man looked down, rejuvenated and ready to take on life he took a bite and...

That's how i got this face.