Once she had Ferdi good and drunk, it was perfectly easy to dunch his head in with a big-ass rock.
In order to boost ticket sales, it was decided to continue the rest of the run of Cymbeline in the nude.
Willimijn found it difficult to keep up with the other bacchantes under the influence of hellebore.
"For the last time, Hieronymus, it's either the tiny little whores or me!"
Doing a live sex show with animals in Montparnasse was not a high point of Fabrice's career.
"I swear, Akakios, if this ends up being one of those things where I'm left by the side of the road naked, holding a torch and a couple of snakes, I'm going to kill you."
"No, man, it's cool."
"This is your solution to Milky White??! This thing looks like shit! Now we're going to end up on lowbudgetmilkywhites for sure!"
According to his research on Erowid, Sebastian figured they had another two days of stirring and simmering before they could party down.
"DON'T CLIMB THE ART, YOU DUMBASS! Fucking hippies—" Jörgen decided that this was the last time he would ever volunteer for the Rangers.
As she emerged from the dungeon for a breath of fresh air, Hildur wondered why these orgies had to be so loud.
Veronica knew that whenever Sebastian offered her a drink she was in for a long, weird evening. And she was good with that.
Han Solo was not the only person Jabba encased in carbonite.
Sebastian always made sure to supply everyone's favorite implement and plenty of lube.
Veronica liked it when Sebastian spanked the bunny.
—or—
Veronica liked it when Sebastian thrashed the hare.
—or—
Veronica liked it when Sebastian larruped the lagomorph.
Hunter desperately wanted to join the Society, but he wondered if dancing on swords at the edge of a volcano was really their initiation ritual.
Yezekael was never able to fully explain to investors the purpose of his device.
"Yes, sire, it appears that a squid has attached itself to the back of your head, but I think we can deal with that efficiently. Now hold still—you may experience a little discomfort."
Just as Theodoric headed out to the drag queen pageant, his loathsome manservant tumbled out of the door yelling that he had forgotten his dildo.
"Whoa, girl," snapped Gaël, "don't you walk away from me—we haven't finished and yes your stockhose are trashy I SAID DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!"
The local theatre's reimagining of West Side Story was a miserable failure at every level.
If it were not for His allergic reaction to bee stings, God would eat all the honey.
Wiktor's prayers were answered: the scuffle outside meant that security had intercepted his demon boyfriend before the beast could confront him in front of his wife.