(cross-posted from here)
Everybody needs to know a guy who knows a guy... and Jimmy Drips is the best guy-knowin'-guy around. Just ask 'im—he'll tell ya!
Ya need dope? Wheels? Girlies? Hoodoo?
Fer enough wet wipes and beer, Jimmy Drips can make it happen, baby. And ol' Jimmy doesn't mind gettin' his hands even dirtier for a pal like yerself, 'cuz Jimmy loves ya!
(But keep him away from your own stash and ride and gal and mojo, 'cause those dirty hands of his get pretty busy ...and NEVER let him cover the escape route. That's a surefire way to find yourself, as they say in the vernacular, "wrexus'd".)
[In Don't Mess With Wrexus: The Movie, Jimmy Drips is portrayed by Steve Buscemi.]
[In Don't Mess With Wrexus: The Movie, Jimmy Drips is portrayed by Steve Buscemi.]
Some escaped midway through dinner with clans of chainsaw-cannibals. Others peeled themselves up off the asphalt after the worst hot-rod wrecks imaginable. A few even clawed their way free from Hell's sweltering Agony Engines.
But all left something behind amidst the trauma: their skins.
Most Rawheads try to make the best of their supernatural transitions—despite the incessant oozing—and return to some semblance of *snort* normal. But those of the more unhinged variety scheme to reclaim their former lives by any means necessary, and all they need is a facelift... or, more accurately, someone's face to lift in the most felonious of filleted fashions.
One more thing: if you wanna die—and die ugly—call a Rawhead a goodbody to its face. Slurs don't get much worse.
One more thing: if you wanna die—and die ugly—call a Rawhead a goodbody to its face. Slurs don't get much worse.
