Maybe you're poppin' some shrooms instead. Goin' for a walk, munchin' on feet, rollin' with E. Whatever. You can tell me how your experience was later. Enjoy, you oxygen wasters.

Ow.

My computer vibrates and sends sensual signals into my abdomen - I know it wants me. But behold, for they have rubbed their penises on the eyballs of Satan. And it was said unto them, "These are the end times. It rained cheese last night. The Black Squirrel has been seen as far afield as Luton." And I behold a pale horse, and his name that sat upon him was Death. And -

What the **** is that supposed to be?

Someone tell me how to un-click!

Disturbing.

I want my 20 seconds back.

Uh-oh. The webpage is burned into my CRT monitor!

I'm pretty sure it's a midget in a massive puppet.