Big Top by Rob Harrell for August 14, 2005

Transcript:

Dusty: What's the matter? Kingston: Oh, it's my contacts. When it's dry out like this, they give me trouble. I just need some drops or something. Dusty: I've got slobber. I could lick your eyes. Kingston: That is so gross...but it just might work. Give it a shot. I can't believe I'm letting you... Aaaaughh! Aaayyaaa!!! My eyes! My eyes! Dusty: Did I mention I just ate a bunch of peanuts and a grapefruit? Kingston: Medic! Ophthama-tomoma-trist!