Innovative tech idea: a soft grunge sexual aid that appears to double as a chastity belt for your pet tarantula that is also a superhero film in which the hero has already been ground into pasta filling and people sit around eating tortellini and nothing happens. This statement cannot be unverified. Try it. My pet jumbo size carnivorous barnacle has so much joie de vivre that i can’t provide it with enough exciting activities and am a bad owner. My salt shaker is chock full o’ mosquito tonsils, but if I sprinkle out 150, it will be merely full and no longer chock. Please don’t tell anyone how I use my amazing Lucite uvula to train wasp collectives to lick my flatware. The quaized micronoglürk has three round-headed plinques on it, whilst some linen or other cloth still adheres to its insides. To vinch where it pletches is better than ripe queents or eelziporphlexes. Hummingbirds that thrive in corrupt meat give birth to microscopic clowns 7 times out of 10. Once again, in the background of a soft grunge image of mine, you have appeared clad in a non-soft grunge hat, and this is not appreciated. It’s time to stop romanticizing the way baby swans explode when you feed them self-healing coconut-almond cookies capable of data transmission that measure pulse and respiration rate while melting inside the body. I like to drink diabetic cats because their blood is sweet with unmetabolized kitty-glucose.