I think it’s time to find a copy of Talk Radio, and lock myself in a room with a bottle of whiskey. In the meantime I’ll just play this on loop.
Updates Tuesday and Thursday. (c) Justin Pasieka, James Randell 2006-2010
I think it’s time to find a copy of Talk Radio, and lock myself in a room with a bottle of whiskey. In the meantime I’ll just play this on loop.
Action Summary:
Led by the pink tie, our hero reluctantly traverses anatomical passages and orifices until he is dumped on a lumpy surface. Meanwhile, the reconstituted Dave registers horror as his testicles and penis glow blue, the colour either spreading or reflecting to his abdomen, inner thighs and calves.
I wonder how many other passages contain the words “penis” “glow” “orifices” and “inner thighs” yet are not porn.
Eeeeee Penis. It looks as though Our Hero is vibrating. This is getting weirder and weirder.
I’m not certain, but I think Our Hero landed on something gelatinous, bounced off, then landed again?
Yes. Maybe it’s a stomach.
Oui oui.
That was meant for Rex.
I see we’ve overcome the “where will be the camaraderie if the art is so good?” problem I prophesied by having increasingly weird things happen, such that we still need to confer to have a clue what is going on.