Hook-ups can be fun. Consider the incandescent touch of a new lover cascading ripples of romance through your midsection, or perhaps the familiar embrace of a longtime paramour sending spaghetti strings of passion down your spinal column into your loins. Well, both of those things are a whole lot better than getting butt-raped by a giant eyeball. Now that's just gross.
This exact thing happens every single day in broad daylight on the streets of New York. Disgusting.
Why does every indescribable pleasure beyond all description have to get ruined by fish eggs erupting out of a bloody corpse? Typical.
You never saw this on your Planet Earth blu-ray box set, but that doesn't mean this isn't exactly how third-world bug sex goes down.
Leave it to Carol and Mr. Henderson to turn an office hook-up into something vile. The song helps, though. Kinda romantic.
It’s dramatic, it’s sexy, and-- nope, can’t even joke about this one. Just threw up a little.