It spits out a left boot, filled with the hopes and dreams of a democratic congressman.


I feed it German beer, a young child's fear, and everything that's near.

It spit out PeeWee Herman.

I fed it donuts, beer nuts and lug nuts.

It spits out and off-duty cop in need of a tow.

I feed it the collective works of Tim Burton, Dr. Seuss, and Steven Hawking

*evaporates*

it spits out a copy of a macabre Seussifyed version of A brief history of time.

i feed it works by Timothy Leary, Carl Jung, an a copy of The Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy

It spit out George Carlin.

I fed it Larry Fine, Frankenstein and a bottle of wine.