Two bald-ass chimpanzees having a fight with some hairy dudes. And a chimp fight on its own is pretty frightening, because a chimp can and will turn your skull into a salad bowl in no time before ripping your arms from your torso and making you into an impromptu meat canoe, but a bald chimp? f**k. It looks like Verne Troyer bulked up on bovine growth hormone and filled his ball sack with saline in some kind of weird tribal ritual to intimidate the rest of mankind. And it worked like a damn charm too, because you wouldn't dare make a Mini-Me joke around this beast.

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Lest he crush all of your bones into a mini pile of fine powder.

Any bald human has endless options to deal with baldness. "Endless" being about four. You have four options. You can wear a wig, you can wear a hat, you can buy some Rogaine or other related hair growth slime, or you can get hair-replacement surgery. Now you're looking like Fabio. A chimp's only option is to maybe fashion a poop hat. Then, after trying on the poop hat, go back to that ripped-arm-torso boat I mentioned before.

Now, your average hemorrhoid is a real pain in the ass. Eh? Eh? Anyway, it's unpleasant and annoying, but hey, sometimes your inner ass explodes into the outside world and you need to buy Preparation H. Now imagine you're a horse, and instead of hands you have this useless hoof that can't spread ointment anywhere. And instead of a decent, human-sized ass, you have a big ol' horse crapper under your tail that's the size of a laundry chute so that when you pop out a vein it looks like (say it with me) a beefsteak tomato in your a*****e.

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The worst is when they split open, uncontrollably oozing all over the place. Anyone for salsa?

I think a vet can fix this with relative ease, and by "relative" I mean they probably need to glove up and go elbow deep into the vastness of a horse's crap factory, but that's neither here nor there. Just imagine your own shame if you had to wait until someone took a look at your a*****e on a whim one day, outside, and noticed it was bulging obscenely and then felt moved to consult with a professional about it on your behalf. That's one hell of a personal low.

Pink eye is gross at the best of times. Did you see Bob Costas when he had pink eye? It looked like someone had slapped him in the eyeball with a dirty dick. He had dink eye.

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The NY Post blamed Botox, because you can't work in old media unless
you think all readers are complete morons.

In animals they call it conjunctivitis because it's more dignified, and you need that dignity because it looks so much worse. Consider the hapless pug -- the pug came to Europe from Asia sometime in the 16th century. Monks used to keep them as pets in monasteries, and they were known to be the pets of Chinese royalty and high society. In Europe, the pug became the official symbol of the House Of Orange after a pug saved the life of the prince of Orange in 1572. They're squat little fellows with kick-ass dog smiles and bulgy eyes. They're walking piles of ugdorable, perpetually the cutest, ugliest thing you ever saw.

Until one gets conjunctivitis.

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Milo And Otis 2: Adventures In Bad Botox.

A pug with conjunctivitis looks like the height of late-1980s horror movie monster effects. A mixture of animatronics and expertly developed fluids meant to mimic living effluence, it's a 10-pound waking nightmare with a curly cue of a tail. Gone is the snuffly little mug that could hop on your lap and lick your face, instead replaced with the grim visage of a torn anus with a nose and a smile that drools too much.

I assume a vet has drops for this or pills you have to hide in tiny pieces of hot dog so your silly beast will be fooled into taking them. Until that time, though, suffer the fate of trying to pretend your glurpy-eyed critter is still cute.

Fears aside, the issue with a snake is, due to its design flaws, it has nowhere to hide or even try to manage unsightly physical ailments. Like if I start growing a parasitic Adam Brown on my thigh, uncomfortably close to my junk, I could start wearing baggier pants and walk slightly hunched over to disguise my ailment while secretly making tiny Adam wrangle my wiener whenever I say so. Sound gross? Well, he's my parasitic twin, so I'll be the judge of what's gross or not in our relationship. Point is, I could manage. Snake can't manage. Snake's a tube.

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Snakes don't have comfort sweatpants for bloated days.

Being a tube means when you have an issue like constipation, you suddenly take on the aspect of a bonbon, all thick in the middle and flappy at the ends. It's a lot like the way a snake looks when it's well-fed, which is equally revolting when you think about it. This tube just stretches and bulges around whatever the hell is inside. If you did that, you'd be disgusted by yourself. You'd burn up every mirror in your home out of angry shame, you would, for fear you'd see a couple of Slim Jims and White Castle sliders pressed against your insides for all the world to see.

There's an old joke about a constipated mathematician who worked out the problem with a pencil that's relevant here. No matter how good that poor snake is at quadratics, he's never going to be able to try to fiddle his poop chute in the hopes of dislodging a landslide and alleviating his issues.

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This was the original plot of Good Will Hunting.

A constipated snake is entirely at the mercy of the universe, while all you need to do is take a quick laxative and wait for the reckoning down south. Think of that poor snake next time you're backed up, full of cheese and mashed potatoes.

Remember the movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit? I was always mildly terrified by that film. I had half a chub too, thanks to Jessica Rabbit, but I was never comfortable with the implications of a world in which cartoons are living beings. Living beings that are apparently made from sentient ink of some kind. Had they all been drawn into existence? Had some men -- because it was back in the day, we can assume they were all men, no offense intended, ladies -- found a way to create life from their very imaginations? And not just life but a bizarre kind of indestructible life? The cartoons can take no end of punishment and come back for more later -- they are invulnerable and they are fake, yet alive. What kind of nightmare would such a world be? What if you offended one of these people and he doodled a Voltron into existence that had a c**k made of living fire? And it stomped your neighborhood to the ground before feeding you to its fire c**k, and you had to die inside a cartoon dick oven?

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The right of the people to keep and bear Dip shall not be infringed.

Now, has your dog ever been stung by a bee? Or your cat? Or any wee beast you take responsibility for? If so, you may already understand my Roger Rabbit connection. Your pet instantly becomes a living cartoon once they've been stung by a bee. And that's terrifying.

Look at some pictures and you may be tempted to titter or guffaw about the whole situation -- aren't they adorable? No. No they aren't. They're creepy. Living cartoons are not adorable. It's the same premise as a living doll like Chucky, something over which man should have dominion that was conceived in our minds but that somehow has come unbound. It's devilish, is what it is. A cat with a bee sting is devilish. But slightly hilarious at the same time.

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"I know what you're thinking: Did we lose all nine lives, or only eight?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, we're all dead inside, so does it matter?"

It doesn't seem to be too dangerous for the average pet to have a bee sting -- they just swell up like balloons and instill in all of us an existential dread. Not a big deal.

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