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.
We really like the idea of being Syndee Steele's pretzel. Too bad that mental image is torn to tiny, tiny pieces by Tommy Wiseau oinking like an idiot.
Sometimes, you've just got to tell your lover how you feel. And sometimes he still doesn’t listen to you, and then he wraps his tentacles around you and has his slimy way with you.
At Children’s Hospital, the 70's was a time of free love, luscious hair, and sensual group meals. Yeah, you EAT that hot dog.
We once met a chick with a fourth input, but it wasn't in the back of her skull. That's just disgusting.
It’s the classic love story: boy meets boy, boy loses boy, both boys accidentally eat laxatives, boy marries boy in an unconventional ceremony in a prison bathroom. Aww!