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The “Going to the Store” Thing!
This is a visual metaphor for so many things. It’s one of Charlie Sheen’s brain cells when it tries to send a signal to his brain without having its cup of crack smoke in the morning. It’s the thin slice of whatever was left of Nancy Grace’s sanity trying to find the next Peter Pan Bus out of there after Casey Anthony was set free. It’s any peen after its owner exposes it to Parasite Hilton’s rancid seafood and toxic waste crotch pie. It’s a man maggot that one of your nightmare pores squeezed out. It’s a KFed jizz fish. It’s your soul on meth. It’s one of those Silent Hill monsters on Dancing with the Stars. It’s your brain on WTF. I can go on and on and on.
But above all of that, it’s a piece that I’d totally hit. WELL, you’d just have to lie face down on those stairs as he wiggles up them and BOOM! Orgasm followed by 13 weeks of psychotherapy, 8 weeks of hypnosis, a phobia of worms and a bottomless Klonopin prescription. But I’ve always said that if it doesn’t get you 13 weeks of psychotherapy, 8 weeks of hypnosis, a phobia of worms and a bottomless Klonopin prescription, it wasn’t that good of a time.
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