Don ask me.
Yeah, that’s the one! I wanna be bit by one of the radioactive ones of those!
I want to be bitten by a radioactive murder wasp.
Miles: “So anyway, what’s up with no cartoons on Sundays, anyhow!?”
Spud as a personal coach: “I’m here to help you get your poo together.”
Hmm, if dogs went into space, where would they go for walkies?
Try googling “14 Horrifying Fried Foods at State Fairs”.
Can’t get any slower than that…
Mom: “Ok Spud. Your tip – Don’t spray all the whipped cream up your nose, this time.”
But you can State Fair them. It’s that season anyway, let’s State Fair them!
Better than a hand basket of porcupines, I’ve been told.
Yeah, that’s the one! I wanna be bit by one of the radioactive ones of those!