stop at the mega adult bookstore off of interstate 31 on the way to your hometown. browse the collection of fuckable objects. pass the fuckable lava lamp. pass the jalapeno popper anal beads. pass the man taking a shit into a tin of yankee beans. behold the fuckable punk. bow to its majesty. bring it to the pock marked clerk and check out. return home and cry yourself to sleep once more.