Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for January 05, 2012

Arrest that man. He’s destroying evidence.

Cliff would have done the same.

I think there’s a joke that could be made here about ‘picking one’s nose in public’, but I don’t want to be the one to make it.

This joke is a little on the nose.

Should have had a closed-casket burial. Alternatively, a little braising, some garlic butter and a sprig of parsley.

At least they’re a healthier diet than the donut people.

well, at least he’s eating healthy.

Brewster’s getting to the root of the problem. “I’m, ah, doing some chemical analysis… The answer is on the tip of my tongue… It’s so close, I can taste it… Ewww, snow boogers!”

Snow boogers! Snow boogers! Snow boogers!

hey, this carrot tastes like snot

“Is that snow stuck to the carrot?”“No itsnot.”

“What’s up doc?” “who nose?”

The victim’s final resting place? Brewster’s stomach!.Out of respect for the victim, I’m not going any further than that.

YOU BEAST! You didn’t even give the eulogy first.

Just look at that pathetic vegetable, eating that carrot.