Poop personified!

Just blame the juice (#169)

All of this is true except the head-in-the-oven part. There was no oven nearby, so I went in search of a cliff. When there was none to be found, I went in search of a large plastic bag. I ended up wandering into a Halloween store and saw a giant condom costume, and figured that would probably do the trick. But that's a lame way to go out, because I hate costumes like that. So I just got in my car and went to work, and whilst driving thought to myself, 'damn it feels good to be a gangsta'.

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