You go off to a summer barbecue to enjoy some summer fun, snatching a burger from a table to munch on before the party realy starts. The taste of blood hits you as the burger gives out a mutilated bull noise, and you then realize that the burger was made by Jack Scalfani, currently gargling a tub of crisco with a mutated tongue, gurgling KEEETOOO amongst snatches of long dead Algonquin languages.
"UGH - What the cringey as fuck hell is this beastiality crap here, m8?"
"It's considered the most honest romantic relationship in some cartoon about frogs and toads and other lizard shit that people on 4/8/whatever-chan are obsessing over right now - lovely, right (*It's not lovely - it's gross and disgusting, I'm sorry and ashamed.)?"
The water ran down along side the shower wall, soaking the floors on the bathroom. The dumb inconsiderate whore was showing nothing but a dead gaze that was masked with what could only be described as pure disappointment.
You awaken in a strange bed and try to get up, fighting off the men holding you. It is only after you lose all feeling and the ability to breathe by yourself that you realize you were in an ambulance for a bad fall.
You happily went on stage to do your physical stand-up comedy act one night.
The only reason you're getting any laughs at all is because security tackled, strangled, and beat you half-to-death on-stage when you went for your lighter and said "OK... Time to cleanse this place with righteous fire", which was the only "joke" your whole act consisted of.