The Roar Of Taintzilla



Wash it!

Nope.

Dry it!

Nope.

Powder it!

Nope.

Hydrocortizone it!

That's it Baby.

Ten years later...

Doctor: I'm sorry to inform you, you have Cancer of the Taint.

Me: That's a thing?

Doctor: Oh yeah. Bye.

Me: Ok. I'm dead.