Shot through the heart, and you're to blame.

Shot through the heart, and you're to blame. I won't take responsibility, for my actions.

"Cut!" yelled the Director, "OK everybody that's a wrap for today, see you bright and early tomorrow." Karl Hungus preferred the German porn industry but his agent got him a role

on Tyler Perry's House of Pain. Karl Hungus couldn't figure out what was going on, he would have drop-kicked the old black guy but the camera was rolling. No one got naked

, much to the dismay of the old church ladies watching in secret from the back. They gossiped this way and that way about the mere possibilities as to why no one was getting naked.

Eventually it was pretty much agreed upon that this stemmed mainly from the fact that everyone's clothes were attached to their bodies with explosive adhesive. Any attempt to..

remove them would be highly unsatisfactory for both parties. In a burst of genius, he realised that all he had to do was burn the clothes themselves, but he'd have to be quick, or

they're own ingenuity might cause something bizarre, yet wondrous to happen. He pondered them outcomes of his decision heavily when a knocking stole his attention.

"You'll never take me alive!" I called back, I rummaged through my pockets hoping for something, anything that could take me away from this nightmare. To my amazement, I found...

a tiny little cat. The cat meowed at me and bit my thumbs. I screamed with pain and shock and peed a little. I woke up feeling wet in my pants.