He has a hot ass.

pyrimyd is an enigma wrapped in duct tape, wrapped in wrapping paper, rapped in old school, wrapped in an enigma. The world should be thankful, and sing him hymns of praise.

pyrmiyd has more than once saved my day from its dull, dreary plodding by dropping a big, steaming bundle of surrealism in my lap. I would gladly read his letters in bottles and prevent rescue teams from retrieving him for as long as he would like to stay on his island with the beautiful coconut game sex goddess.