Final Vision was finally caught by the border guard and is being sent to the Mexican Gulag. Thankfully the man has remembered his One A Day Vitamins (For Men! (With Lycopene! (For A Healthy Prostate!)))! That way, even though his heart may decay and his mouth become a gaping sore in the ruin that was his face, prostate massage will still be regular and enjoyable.
The NP-only posters have been caught in a whirlwind of non-productivity karma, inflicting upon them the torment of reading, over and over again, NP: Slayer - Reign In Blood. For an eternity, or at least as long as Johnny Cash's dead body does not rise moaning from the grave.
Froosch, his title so resembling Anti-Dentist, was assaulted on his way home from school by national socialist black metallers and orthodontists. He was promptly wrapped in floss and badly underproduced. We will miss you, good buddy.
My cousin AlphaTemplar, finally despairing of ever escaping Illinois suburbia, gives in to the latest fashion rage and walks around with his collars popped and his eyebrows plucked. His father swallows him whole. Good thing, too - he was looking mighty underweight.
Andreas, whilst playing guitar, is assaulted by lawn gnomes who sit atop him and tie him with twine. After having their kinky bondage gnomesex way with him, they proceed to rub his patella and his parietal lobe to a waxy sheen. Oooh, shiiiinyyy...