9th March 2010, 8:47 PM
When I eat things from the Far East, I end up confusing my asshole with a legitimate wormhole in the space-time continuum in which one terminus is a toilet bowl which audibly begs for mercy and the other terminus is a brimstone colony of malevolent, cocaine-addicted scatological demons which offer none.
YOU CANNOT HIDE FOREVER
WE STAND AT THE DOOR
WE STAND AT THE DOOR