I hate everything.

He flew too close to the sun... on wings of pastrami

... I take your point but I very do want that.

It’s not set on Venus, but you should really read this if you’re not already:

Wolverine healed form this, so I wouldn’t think a mere foreskin would be a bridge too far.

Man, if I die in a terrorist attack that douchebag better keep my name out of his face-anus or I’m gonna haunt the shit out of him.

I mean, I wouldn’t jerk off with it, but mentholated Head and Shoulders is delightful on my balls.

I have a buddy who will never do acid again after dropping some and then going to work...

I bet an Aphrodite Bodycomb would be perfect for sussing out a Chrotchtangle.