Sometimes those googly-eyed lesbian corn combs looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a googly-eyed lesbian corn comb … she’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When she comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until she bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces.
Hat tip to Jonco
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