the things that go bump in my butt

ah yes, the season of overindulgence and being oh-so gross is upon us...


so what does that mean mr softy?


that's right! secure your suspenders, pack an extra tub of vasoline and get your security helmet cleaned up, because we're off to white castle!



now, you may wonder why my friends need vasoline and security helmets...let's just say that they're...hmmm...what's a delicate way to say this? ahh yes, wicked retarded. well, not josh. he's just special.


right. so... we jumped on the subway-apparatus, secured two crave cases, a wagon wheel of chicken rings and an economy pack of adult diapers. we've been doing this for a while now, and by the look on josh's face you can see he's a veteran


and we're off to the races! here you can see doodle setting a pick and roll for her lower intestines while claire is working the prevent defense for her fake butt


this is the gang only 2 minutes into the extravaganza. pitiful.


but it makes sense, given the subject matter we were working with


claire eventually got her second wind, but seth, on the other hand, had to resort to using the oxygen (milk shake) tank. incidentally, claire was eliminated from the eatery because we found some vegetable matter in one of her milkshakes. tisk, tisk.


and who could forget dear stitchface? i mean beer. who could forget all the beer?


at this point there is no conversation, just the sweet. dulcet sounds of our impending heart murmurs.


arrivederci vito (i was fool to think anyone would want nude pictures of whoopie goldberg!)