But this other time on this killer mescaline up at the Great Went, I saw a Black Trash Bag blowing through the wind, and even though I knew it was a trash bag it looked so much like a mutilated, three-headed dog snapping along the lawn...  I had to circumnavigate it. Then I saw this guy eating a meat stick in Shakedown, and I thought he was Igor... with a giant pinky finger he was eating in huge bites. My car talked to me that night too, using only beeps as words. This story has no point.

- scarymonster