Unfortunately everything in the whole universe just oozed out from Doug Dwyer's head. But luckily, all that stuff is now coming over here to get you and also bite you.
The only thing hotter than the future is the present, and the only thing wetter than a present is the itchy glass of molten absolution that just quenched the thrust of Tessa's face.
Using an emotiomoral X-ray device we provide a detailed history of these United States, starting from May of 1951 all the way up until tomorrow at 3:30.
A life-sized map of the universe and a pocket chart of sexual (cuts) of meat (positions) announce the birth of two bounding twin SILFS (Selves I'd Like To FILF).
Every father is mother to a tunnel inside us, leading them away. [Note: Prior to viewing this, you will want to install a restroom in your pants. Because what you see might make you need to use the restroom right into a toilet.]