I can drink stuff with yellow junk and messed up cheese bagels mixed with chicken hose. Can you lick the stove filled with underwear fragments dipped in goat jelly with croutons? Well, if you can do that, then you can certainly consume the triple decker paramecium infested, melon-coated, leg hair smothered, piece of upside down cake right after eating a bucket full of cow balls marinated in Brian Hsieh excrement.

Well...can you?