The Adversary could not remember when he’d had more fun! Randy held him on the hood of the car and waved the gun about. The Adversary said softly, “I love you.”
Valentine’s Day is mating season, a thinly-veiled lie that hides the urge to copulate. A mating ritual passed down through the ages like a genetic disease.
Chun was already dancing among the religious fanatics, his twin katanas flashing silver death as he decapitated and disemboweled the fear-struck aggressors.
This report was compiled by asking people at parties to talk about sex, and then trying to remember what they’d said the next day when the alcohol wore off.
Sociopathic-but-sensitive lowlifes attempt to pull off the greatest plotline theft in history, but (all together now, folks), things don’t go quite as planned.