The Great Cornholio

It is now two days since I stopped smoking, a time when withdrawal symptoms are supposed to be at their highest. The hypnosis seems to have prevented the worst of it, but once every hour I start wandering around acting like Beavis when he wigs out on sugar: "I am the great Cornholio! I need TP for my bunghole. You will cooperate with my bunghole! Mfglrm, mmnnn, bunghoooooole." maggie_lucy finds this entertaining.