My name is Sergeant Frank Drebin, Detective Lieutenant Police Squad, a special detail of the police department.



I was out fielding the pony's when I got the call about a group of three whack-a-dos who decided to go spelunking down the gorgeous throat of an 8000 ton Sea Dragon.



It seems the gorgeous Beast in question had an bad case of implosive constricting gag reflex and the would-be Titan explorers ended up being turned into more confetti than a Macy's Day Parade.



I was going down the parking lot where the incident had occurred. I just hoped I was not too late for the Venezuelan food truck. They serve the best Rumberas downtown.




*Insert spinning red Police siren driving down Dreamer throat here* ......

Imagine being exposed to that level of morning breath.

New game: guess what I had for lunch. The answer may surprise you!

F for the poor soul who inspected the dragon without wearing the derg-approved mint-flavored booties.

F for the poor souls who are about find out it was just gas.

Top ten worst times to hear "I think I dropped my keys"

Vore-lovers be like:

(I'm out of jokes)