The mind is a terrible thing. Viva Cerebroheims!

When a henchbaby's guilt comes back to haunt the Holler, Hurlan must become a man - all over his gun.

Death plays doorbell ditch in Doc's crotch. Hurshe answers the ding dong.

After many lonely years, Hurlan finally gets to feel the cold touch of a mommy.

Hurlan's tangled heart gets tied up in more twists than a bag of pretzel sticks when he hears the international grunt of love.

The whole of Heartshe gets bitten in the dog by the hot wolf of American sexceptionalism.

A mysterious stranger shows Heartshe, the rock hard way, that humanity is a celestial continuum.

The only thing more brainless than a dumb guy is a dumb guy with a brain.

yrotanalpxe-fles (Hold mirror up to this text, then to your own face. You have just confronted collective despair.)

Destiny spelled sdrawkcab is Mee Maw.