The impresario declined to sign Yorick's Trained Bees when it transpired that it took them more than 45 minutes to construct a scale model of Blenheim Palace from random pieces of lumber.
"Green Man my ass! Go ahead, tell me again how you can 'regenerate' at will! Fucking liar."
Celine was certain that adding pointy ears to her one-woman show portrayal of Flannery O'Connor would add a soupçon of whimsy, but she was mistaken.
Rehearsing their Beyoncé lipsynch for the talent show only served to scare the poultry.
Most of his friends were cool with the tattoos, but even his girlfriend recoiled at Albert's skull implants.
"Holy fuck, how'd you do that??"
"For God's sake, Gabriela, at least let me close the door before he goes down on you!"
Joachim based his hopes on the "Wile E. Coyote Principle," i.e., if he couldn't see the abyss, he'd never fall.
"Heh heh... heh heh..."
Mæja and Ásgeir founded the quintessential Burning Man camp.
(The fewmets were a bit of a MOOP issue, though.)
It was hard to believe, Ivan thought, but soon he'd have a vagina and his journey would be complete.
That's when the cherubs' foot fetish took an ugly turn.
"There," said Sebastian. "Let's give the city fathers another chance to send out all the 19-year-old boys before we hit them with another orb."
Christian was not prepared to say that he fully understood the community theatre director's concept for Angels in America, but as it got him one step closer to coming out to his mother, he went along with it.
Kevin thought his sexual quirks were harmless, but he was wrong. They were disgusting.
Axel awoke to find himself in the woods somewhere, clad only in a yeti-like straitjacket, and he wondered groggily if every pledge had to go through this, or was it only the dance majors?
"Dude, what was in that shit? The air is, like, colours!"
"Nope, still not enough," said the callous dealer. "No meth for you this week, granny."
Pèire hated that the children in the village made fun little Estève, but he knew he would never be able to afford the surgery to remove the growth from his son's head.
Peg's peacock balancing act took off a
fter she changed her name to The Amazing Sègoléne.
"Okay, these truffles are fine, but really I'm more in the market for fly agaric. Or psilocybe cubensis if you can find them."
Bonifaas didn't like to play rough with the other boys, preferring the company of the local geese. Unfortunately, they soon turned on him.