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| I need lots and lots of caramel just to survive, I swear! I have a prescription and everything! | |
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| And I didn't even have to take secret pictures of the doctor putting the tongue depressors in his butt, like the time I got him to give me a prescription for hookers! | |
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| Or the time when I found copies of some nudie magazine called 'Unconscious Patients' in his medical bag with the pages stuck together. | |
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| When I found the magazine and told him, he gave me a prescription for video games and sent me home! On the way out I stole some cottonballs. | |
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| No, this time I just called his wife and told her that her husband sometimes makes me punch him in the cock with my tonsils. The next day I had a prescription for caramel! | |
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| (once I poo'd on my dad's nose when he was sleeping) | |
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