Cracking open the sketchbook: When Good Milk Goes Bad
Sep29
I'm going to eat you!
Damn you, Spoiled Milk! DAMN YOU! (Shake’s fist at Milk everywhere)
Oh sure, it could be argued that I should have checked it out before I drank it, but then I wouldn’t of had the wonder and joy of curling up next to the toilet spewing vile vile fluids for hours on end.
You can see the bind I was in, how could I as man, and a damned handsome man at that, pass that experience up? Madness!
So it was destiny not foolishness that forced me consume the evil milk, and build up even more character than I possessed before. If you think about it, I’m a hero and a patriot.
It’s a true testament to the human spirit.
Maybe the milk came from Zombie Freakin’ Cows!
They are trying new ways to infect the human race with a zombie plague.
Ooo Those sneaky cows. Who can trust someone who sleeps standing up?
Zombie Cows!
That’s so evil. Now I must have a vendetta against zombie dairy farmers. My stomach still hurts a bit.
Dammit. Last month I just recovered from cottage cheese from the same Zombie Freakin’ Cow!!!
Had to take anti-bacterials.
Hmmm…. Biological Pathogen Zombie Freakin’ Cows!!!
They are out to get us!