Miz had an Erectile Disfunction and would have needed Viagra to do the deed. He must have gone to a doctor, gotten a prescription, got it filled at the pharmacy, and had it waiting beside the bed. He must have gazed longingly at that bottle of blue pills every time he swallowed his cocktail of psychotropic drugs 3x per day.
Rejected by a smelly insane, poo-flinging chimp.
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