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the community orgy page |
In some cultures, it is a rite of passage to walk through the Halls of Vapour on a rug of raisin granola gorp. |
*BZZZT* "Um, Nicole Kidman PMSing in a snow storm?" *DING!* Correct! |
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Pills for breakfast? What, are you Judy Garland? |
Shh. Just leave him alone. He'll figure out how to use it eventually. |
Bored with picking his nose, Billy tries to swallow his face. |
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The ghost behind Bob was gay, but he didn't find out until too late. |
Dinner's ready! |
"You're damn lucky this time, Tim -- I got a blue minus." |
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"My hand's stuck to my face!" "That's okay, I am the angel of strange problems." |
"The gas from my farts can produce a bigger flame than yours." |
"Watsa matta you?!! You no lika my peenut butter an' jellee? Well, fungoo!!!" [hey hearse.] |
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