Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Heathcliff tried eating a rather large supercookie, but its potency knocked him out in a single bite. His mouth, now festering with who knows what kind of drugs, contain the psychedelic possibilities of the Star Gate from 2001. Unfortunately for the mice sealed in their hole by Heathcliff's huge ass, they're going to have to go the other way. One option is the ultimate trip. The other is the sort only endured by hamsters on South Park. Either way, Mr. Nutmeg is sure to have a blast interpreting the results on his carpet the next day.

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