Funner Fucking: Exploding The Sunlight

So very many things to write about, like how I called that shit and ain't that some shit, but I'd rather bespeak the beauty of French bow knots around American wrists. Our tale of triumph on a marquee somewhere in the midwest, attractive actors and actresses who get the accents all wrong, a love story for all times: it all started with a set of genitalia and a dream and quickly transformed into utterly indefensible skin souvenirs from a cat o' nine tails.