...your pants, full of sand, a half eaten bag of camel jerky, and a DVD compilation of all the stuff the media hasn't reported since 2001.


I feed it a bottle of pepsi and a pack of mentos.

it spits out a new fangled volcano... I feed it MAGMA

it spits out a new DC comics superhero





I feed it a rancid breakfast burrito and a 1/4 pound of Pistachio fudge

It spits out...MAGMA!!!!!!

I feed it...um..two quarters

It spits out a half eaten milky way




I feed it a pair of Labtec speakers and a Cindy Lauper cd

Instead, it morphs into Grugg wearing a plaid mini skirt, a leather bustier, and combat boots and bursts into a mildly disturbing, deathmetal version of "Grugg's Just Wanna Have Fun".


I feed it Alacrity's moustache (aka "The stache") and a crock of home-churned butter.

It gives you everything you ever dreamed of.




I feed it brunch, and then take it on a picnic.

It gives you fire ants and sprays honey on you.


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I feed it my hopes, dreams, inspirations and youthful idealism - since I'm not using any of them anymore.

It gives you your 'stache.




I feed it a Backstreet Boys CD.

That Backstreet Boys CD has been in there for a long time and nothing's come out... I begin to worry. :-/

It spits out a jacket of hug self +11


I feed it an insane person

It spits out Ed Gein.


I feed it a horseshoe, a lollipop, and a remote control car.

Its spits out a remote controlled horse that runs on candy...


I feed it spent musket wadding, pocket lint, and 4000 pounds of elephant dung

Out a set of dominos, layed out in a precise spiral configuration.

I feed it a mountain lion.

It calls the hospital emergency room for help.


I feed it Kuriosaki's cat.