Mar 182008



On Henry’s watch, Chooch rummages through dumpsters, looking for a discarded pencil with which to stir his gruel. Also, he may or may not swallow small coins; Henry’s not sure. Happy poop-sifting, Henry. You asshole.

(Seriously, I have vivid images of those two wallowing in filth while I’m at work.)

  5 Responses to “Box Car Chooch”

  1. OMG he looks like you when you’re mad.

    i wouldn’t mess with him.

  2. this is priceless.

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