Cowboy TV is a cowboy, but he is also a television

Cowboy TV is a cowboy, but he is also a television set! Everybody loves Cowboy TV!

Under the new world order, children's hands were removed with a jagged cleaver. They could no longer type, and bled to death slowly and entertainingly. The folders rejoiced.

The Folding Father had destroyed Brokeback Mountain, the very heart of the western transgender brainwashing cult, for they had led their Cows astray, turning their other butt-cheek

but then Davey Crocket said, "Brokeback mountain ain't about cowboys, it's about sheep herders. They were herding sheep." Then he turned his wife on her belly to

appease Zuul and the minor gods. Three more minutes on her belly, her tender nape exposed and she'll be ripe for sacrifice. Her whimpers were like music; her struggles were like

small buttons on a shirt. She was worried, she hadn't showered. Would they notice? Was she wearing the right hat? It was the pink one with the flowers and the

was from a gang of people who didn't shower. It also didn't help that she hadn't showered in a week. She was somewhere between junkyard roadkill skunk and causing suicide, so

I thought 'aw, what the hell', figuring she'd be an easy mark to break my bad streak. I crinkled up my nose just a lil and said "Is that a mirror in your pocket?" never expecting

she'd pull Alice's. Expecting that the bad streak was finally over, we hurried through.