I'm Butter In The Fridge, and if you want to know how I got my name, simply ask in the form of a triple notarized form stating the information you want, torn in half and carelessly stuffed into a similarly torn envelope. Send it to the original Pony Express, with thirty-nine ( 39 ) dollars and sixty-eight ( 68 ) cents, in pennies, in a jar, with the torn envelope duct taped to it, I'll pick it up. Or, you can PM me.

Any-who, I'm looking for art. What kind of art you might ask. Any kind of art I may say. Head shots, full body, waist-up, couples, inked, shaded, colored, the good, the bad, the ugly, and the stunningly immaculate. I tip, I pay, I hock items for it, I may even do some things I'll later recall in therapy. Send me a PM, state your priced for head shots and the such, and I'll get back to you.

PS: I won't get your envelope and jar of pennies, I can't get to the Pony Express. . . Ever.