Bring a bag home to your home brothel (marriage).
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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.
Good things only come to those who crawl desperately into living cadavers.
One billion gods working inside three trillion universes couldn't possibly create a reality this stupid.
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.
