Through a hole in the basement wall, I can see nuns teaching golden retrievers to sing.

A video game where sarah schauer 🦂 has to defeat a giant monster by directing mean tweets at it.

I'm at a massive indoor fleamarket inside a mansion that also has food vendors. I get pizza sauce on my pants and this means I need to buy another pair to wear. No one will let me because they're convinced I stole something from a vendor.

Avril Lavigne sends me a Facebook message saying that she wants to go on a skiing trip with me.

Zombie Obama.