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| Hey there little baby! Doncha ya wanna take a drag and breathe in my harmful chemicals? | |
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| Oh no! They said not breastfeeding my child would cause hallucinations! | |
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Discouraged, our hero travels to the depths of the human spirit where he meets Asmont...The keeper of thought!
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| Hey there. Take a drag and you'll feel better! | |
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Our hero tries once more to get smoked, so he visits a bar named "The Gay Hangout".
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| Hey there, Mr. White American! Smoke me! | |
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| Sure. But first I want you to stick your tongue in my anus and scrape out all the tasty feces stuck to the walls of my colon, then spit it in my nostril. | |
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