John prefered dealing with hemroids the old fashioned way.

Frankenstein finally thought of a way to deal with those pesky villagers.

Bob was tired of watching all his straight friends get hit on, while he was alone. He decided on announcing to the world what a flamer he really was.

The "butt" of another practical joke.

Catching him asleep, the evildoers were quick to exploit Kid Dynamite's only weak point.

Let's test that blue-flame theory.

Bill didn't only talk out of his ass, he also enjoyed a crisp mentholated cigarette there from time to time.