We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Andy Champ
saying something like:

Grimly Curmudgeon wrote:

Sack? I use a wheelbarrow.

That sounds unfeasible.

You might want to read up on Elephantiasis. but _not_ if you are squeamish.

That'd be a whoosh, then.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buster_Gonad