he gets brought a Cosmopolitan. he corrects the waitress. asks for his appletini. she apologizes. brings him a harvey wallbanger
the angel sword rapes her. sends her to that special niche of hell. the one dedicated to people with name tags. in 30 seconds. unless there's an appletini in his hand
stop crying, Suzy. yes, i'm the ghost of future you, but you don't have to turn into a dirty vaginal lice ridden donkey pleasurer. the future is not set
*sniff* what can i do?? *sniff*
you can change your life now, before it's too late
it's Ramirez, sir. he's flipped out and locked himself in the bathroom with the Show Me on the Doll
Ramirez, this is the chief! open the door this instant!
don't worry, Jennifer, i won't let the bad men hurt you. i'll protect the SHIT out of you. but first i need to know - have you ever been down to the Dirty South
Kirk to Spock. i've beamed down to an unknown location. there doesn't seem to be any intelligent life down here. just somebody pretending to be a ghost
showing you what you did to those poor altar boys. this finger here represents your penis and this hole i'm making in my other hand represents their tiny rabbit nostril anus
and what you did was...
yes, yes, i get it.
bear with me, preacher. 4 or 500 more and we'll be through June '92