Boss Hoss Heartshe decides its high time Hurlan, his head man-boy in charge cracks the nut of the town curse.
Sometimes low-class people require high-tech solutions. And the bible.
When Hurlan discovers that his calling is to be a doctor, his sister, Hurshe, takes advantage of his crotch generosity.
When a non-meddling non-reporter doesn't stick his nose where it doesn't belong, the holler goes on HIGH ALERT!
Witch sister'll win the Miss Heartshe crown: Hurshe or Hambrosia? Pageant judge Hurlan will try dying... or die trying!
Hambrosia teaches Doc that death is a gift, but Doc exchanges it for a thinly veiled metaphor concerning the complexities of the abortion debate.
Sometimes you just gotta get away from it all, in order to destroy the entirety of civilization.
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.
Bring a bag home to your home brothel (marriage).
The actors share insight from lives spent in the camera eye.
What to expect during that great, deep sleep.
Darkness imprisoning them, all that they see, absolute horror.
Seeking words to live by? Here they are.
Don't be different. Different is dead.
The background players share fantastical stories of wonder.