Sumptuous volcanoes twinkled in the distance, and Fred's five hearts sank toward his pockets which were empty. His first inclination was to try to survive his mother's birthday by poisoning himself with alcohol. The liquor store was covered in lava, the winery had been discombobulated by chimpanzees, and the drive-in beer and cigarette store was vacant. He used a blunt instrument to smash the window of the drive-in, and stole enough beer for his needs.
He partied with the wrong type of people. They turned him in.
"Why do you do this? Have you no soul you bankrupt priests?"
Several jail birds gave him dejavu. They grasped his ankles and raped him violently upside down. "Lavender," they purred into his ears. He knew that his mother would be so disappointed in him. "Why don't you all go fuck my mother?
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