A square prude doesn’t want me to urinate.
Instead of alleviating the pain of her sister’s absence by meeting her, she leaves messages in the stall for her to find.
A harm-reduction clinic sets up a station for consuming Lysergic acid diethylamide.
With a name like “Smelly”, I don’t intend on taking her request seriously and neither should you.
Possibly a retarded dog, with a nose instead of a snout, communicates abstractly in English instead of onomatopoeia.
A whimsical switch plays games with my heart.
Crossover, as the self-esteem movement and the marijuana legalization movement hold conferences on the same day.
Two hipsters converse in third person.
An artist wishes the thermostat settings were different for her induction.
Tomorrow’s diet does not include food.
An illustration depicts an unshaven man with a giant tumor growing on his nose, whistling a happy tune.
A confused chubby pet of the Manson Family.
Two artists have agreed that their preference is enjoyable intercourse.
An artist insults me and advises my cells to no longer age.
The companion-less New York region has been ordered to perform impossible fellatio.