TylerGarver

Let’s park the car and blast Benny Hill Yakety Sax

Sunshine on my goshdarn shoulders.

“Ask me if I care,” scoffed Bedtime Bear.

If you keep putting bread in my ears, I’ll end up becoming a sandwich.

“Goodbye Henrietta,” sobbed Pinocchio as he smothered the last breath of air out of his sex doll. “I’m a real boy now.”

Whoever you think you presently are... thank you.

There is unrest in the Galactic Septic. Several thousand plumbing systems have declared their intentions to leave the Excrement. This Separatist movement, under the leadership of the mysterious Count Poo-Poo, has made it difficult for the limited number of Jedi Wipes to maintain peace and order in the lavatory. This... is the Attack of the Shits.