by Eugene Delacroix
July 19, 2007
I do suppose that there is no escaping Lady Fate when she draws her nails. My latest visit to Eyemasters has unfortunately confirmed that I am slowly, but surely, losing my eyesight to glaucoma. And it stands to reason that with no foreseeable heir to carry on my name, I am the last Delacroix to carry on our proud family tradition: voyeurism.
by Eugene Delacroix
May 14, 2007
Sweet Lord! Look at that windbreaker! Somebody is selling this on E-Bay? And for only 15 dollars? Ha! Some people know the price of everything but the value of nothing! Well, then it is up to me to capitalize on the error of this seller who throws away gold like so much rock salt.
I don't think I'm exaggerating when I saw that this Surf Style jacket will finally complete me.
by Eugene Delacroix
Oct. 28, 2006
Damn it, boy! Get ready for church! I told you 30 minutes ago. Don't make me tell you again. I gave your sister the belt last week for the same thing. And I don't mind pulling out the hickory stick on your ass.
by Eugene Delacroix
Sept. 24, 2006
Dude, look what we did to that sign! You see that, Dwight? That's some top-notch work. That'll show Jenny Lurleen and the rest of those Burger King losers.