- Meth orgy.
- The water park on the bad side of town where three or four kids drown every year.
- Wherever the Jabberwocky is, I would rather go that location, poke him with a slithy stick, and call his mother a Jabberwhore.
- Wet market in Wuhan province while I’m hungry.
- Philadelphia while wearing a WAWA SUCKS tee-shirt.
- That private theater where Fiona Apple had to listen to Paul Thomas Anderson and Quentin Tarantino, coked-up to their eyeballs, arguing about Kung Fu movies.
- Any of the garbage mashers on the Detention Level.
- Submerged in a pile of Doug Henning’s hair and toenails.
- Literally buried alive.
- Tied in a leather sack with a dog, snake, monkey, and rooster, and then thrown into the Tiber River.
- San Diego.
Publix Fried Chicken Lineup Donnybrook ((thigh point of pride (“it’s the principle, goddamit”) dispute))?
Sir, you malign Publix once more and the Banhammer 4000 is coming out to play. How dare you?
I’m just jealous. I miss City Market Fried Chicken
the crazy canuck is a funny bastard, but i digress
I about died at the Wawa Sucks t-shirt line.