If you're wondering why he's hanging around with the white rabbit, its because statistically, guys who go around wearing rabbit suits don't fear for their lives with as much passion as the rest of us. I wonder what O.J. thought of this toy. Actually, it seems as though OJ traded his football to the rabbit for the Knuckle Extruder, which is only a fair trade if there's some trail of OJ's latest victim's blood on the pigskin. Otherwise, poor murderin' bastard really got the shaft on this trade. So, let's review.
Activity consists of intentionally spilling goop.
You be the judge, but I think we've found our answer. Now, let's drive the point home, with this live and in-person enactment of the aforementioned directions. I'm not really sure I'm up for this, but given that its past 2 AM, the level of which I care if I spill purple cum on my carpet has diminished considerably. Disregard the background, I used a Chanel book to self-perpetuate more rumors about me. As you can see, the ooze gently dives into Ivan's bust.