Must be that time of the month again.
The Simpsons rode around on fluorescent cows in an episode written by Steve Zahn. We were then all abducted by aliens and I was put in a cell that shut around me like metallic slats closing, despite Homer's attempts to keep it open (I wondered how he was managing it without fingernails.) while Bart demonstrated his ability to count rocket ships to the aliens. In my cell, I leapt backwards into the wall, which expanded outwards until Kristen Bell and I were free. After what I shall describe as dry humping, she told me I wasn't good looking enough for her, and I agreed with this assessment. Why does my subconscious hate me so?
The Simpsons rode around on fluorescent cows in an episode written by Steve Zahn. We were then all abducted by aliens and I was put in a cell that shut around me like metallic slats closing, despite Homer's attempts to keep it open (I wondered how he was managing it without fingernails.) while Bart demonstrated his ability to count rocket ships to the aliens. In my cell, I leapt backwards into the wall, which expanded outwards until Kristen Bell and I were free. After what I shall describe as dry humping, she told me I wasn't good looking enough for her, and I agreed with this assessment. Why does my subconscious hate me so?


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