CHAPTER 4: ROMANCE IS IN THE MINDCARDS!
Chase leaned back and relaxed. He had just finished having sex with Clair for the 50th time. They had been having sex for over 39 consecutive hours, because when you're clear you have this simply incredible sex drive that really turns you into a demon under the bedsheets. Clair woke up and Chase gazed into her beautiful green eyes.
"Chase, I..." Claire stumbled. "I... love..."
"Yes Clair?" replied Chase, knowing what was going to come next.
"I... I love L. Ron Hubbard!" Clair exclaimed with a tear in her blonde eyes.
"I love L. Ron Hubbard too!" shouted Chase. They hugged each other with the power of all their hearts and then pulled out 50 dollars each to put in an envelope addressed to the Scientomologistology lawyers, in exchange for letting them mention L. Ron Hubbard's copyrighted name. They went to sleep knowing that the world had been saved from the evil, vile Xenu and the Thetans were no longer free to float around and do evil, vile Thetan-like activities. Throughout the following days, all the other "incorrect" religions from across the globe began to shut down, all collapsing since the Thetans were no longer around to possess their leaders. The world became full of peace and harmony, with all of mankind pooling their resources together for one goal: the glory of Scientiminololigstalogy.
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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