Big Top by Rob Harrell for November 18, 2005

Transcript:

Pete: Dusty. Let me smell your breath. Dusty: What? Pete: Somebody ate my last pickle. Breathe on me. Dusty: Pete. Really. Don't make me... Pete: Do it. Dusty: Haaah Pete: Then the flesh peeled off of my face. Wink: Fermented chipmunk will do that. Dusty: '04 was a good year.