It spits out a half orc Playboy Bunny dressed as a princess.

I feed it 2 on line RPG's and a Thunder Cat doll

It spits out Conan the Barbarian wearing a headband with little furry kitty ears on it.

I feed it my new book on Serial Killers and some horseradish sauce.

It gives you the script to lost episode of friends.


I feed it what it wants.

It spits out happiness.

I feed it dirty socks.

It spits the socks out again with a sign attached that says "Feed to Grugg."


I feed the machine 3 weeks worth of my collected sweat.

it spits out some choice expletives and a warning to never do that again.



I take pity on it and feed it a tic tac

It spits out poaies and flowery thingies and such while playing Zamfir in the background.


I feed it two hard-boiled eggs and a hot dog.

It spits out a Camping Cookbook.

I feed it a stereo system.

It starts rockin' and rollin', then belches, which smells like old eggs and hot dogs.


I feed the cotton pickin' thing 6,000 cotton balls ...

It spits out a gallon of gin.

I feed it a snake skin and a cookie

it spits up Alice Cooper singing Barry Manilow's greatest hits.




I feed it a birdhouse made out of a gourd and a silver spoon.

It spits out a gilded spaghetti squash... piping hot and ready to eat.


I feed it a box of Zatarain's Red beans and Rice, six beaded necklaces, a bottle of spiced rum, two chicken heads, and a voodoo doll.

It spits out the itinerary of Eol's last trip to Eglin.
Nuthin' like those Help Desk conferences huh?




I feed it high levels of Radon and a pair of fish net stockings.

...a glow in the dark stripper.


I feed it all the bad mojo that's been muckin' up my mind this past week and a roll of Tums.

It spits out Dennis Newcomer






I feed it all the clutter in my basement