If it was in your ass, you’d know where Wingin’ It! was…
This one needs the full introduction by the author. With that, here’s John Cmar:
Given the alcohol, sex, and more that we dip into on a weekly basis, not to mention your possible carcinogenic side effects, it seems that our little community is in need of some “medical supervision,” as it were.
As such, I hererby assume the role of the Chief Medical Officer of Farpoint Media, and Surgeon General of Wingin’ It.
As my first act, I give you a very special “Where’s Wingin’ It,” in which I prepare to cure a case of hiccups with your assistance.
With that, the image:
Thanks, John.
May 5th, 2007 at 6:06 pm
Be gentile Evo.
May 5th, 2007 at 8:40 pm
It is interesting that “be gentle” shows up nowhere on the list…
May 5th, 2007 at 8:50 pm
Wait.. You want Evo to not be Jewish? I never knew that he was Jewish in the first place…. I must be missing something…
May 5th, 2007 at 9:09 pm
Use a cotton swab! Damn, that explains all the screaming from the bore brush.
May 5th, 2007 at 9:11 pm
Two by two hands of blue, what are the other hands doing?
May 6th, 2007 at 11:18 am
For the sake of my cornhole, I’m praying that we *don’t* have adjoining rooms at Balticon.
May 6th, 2007 at 3:01 pm
Just in case we do, I’ll bring the BIG swab…
May 7th, 2007 at 7:49 am
Sweet. Merciful. Crap!