Dippity-Doo tastes really bad on pancakes.

boarded a plane to Lisbon, Portugal instead of Lisbon, NY. All in all, thought, it wasn't the worst mistake in the world. The cheese was excellent, and Leroy loved his cheese.

But as it turns out, cheese give Leroy terrible gas, so for the duration of the flight he spent his in the very small toilet.

It was a fine way to spend a 15 hour flight. There was plenty of room and water, and every 20 minutes or so, someone would stop in and drop down a loaf. But one of these times...

well...let's just say a chocolate tater wasn't on the menu anymore. When I raised my hand up to grasp the bounty bestowed upon me, I was shocked to find a sack of disposable nails.

inside the meat pie, *what the hell* i thought and scoffed them down in one gulp, this ended badly

as I had a normal human throat that couldn't handle the enourmous mass of the thing I was trying to fit in. I nearly choked and I had to spit it out. I grasped for air and

began to choke. I coughed and coughed ... and coughed and coughed . Everything started getting dark around me, and I thought, "Man, this is one big

disaster. Jimbo, where's the antidote?" My sidekick, as usual, was just

twiddling his thumbs as he watched. I guess that's what happens when you hire a teenager as a sidekick, no attention span. And so, I died, while he slept with the evil genius.