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| So I drove a nail into my frontal lobes. I sat in a trash can and sang the Flintstones theme song. And I licked the Officer's funbag while gargling peroxide... | |
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| Then I punched a mime performing in a park, squirted a bottle of liquified pig farts into his eyes, and rubbed his nose in my freshly unwiped sphincter... | |
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| Now I'm starting a fire in the local senior citizen home. If it didn't give me a massive chubby I'd start to wonder if Bizarro Tandynuts was fucking with me. | |
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