Dorito's and Dead Hookers...
Before I went to bed, I had to eat. All I had in my meat locker were radishes and cadavers. I knew I had Dorito's somewhere, probably in my dead hooker room. I checked, nothing. All I found was the foul stench of decay which I quickly removed with Febreeze, and my leather riding crop. Unsatisfied, I checked my spare dead hooker room. Bingo! My Dorito's were right under Crystal. It was a new flavor, Chicken Gizzard. While they were good, I shoved as many into my anus as I could. After I beat myself bloody with my riding crop and cheese grater, I retired into my bedroom with my mountain goat and foreskin sandwich. Soon after, I launched myself into my glass mirror. As I layed on my floor, mustard in hand, I soon realized that I misplaced my handgun. I swear, if that midget broke in and took my gun again... Oh, There it is. Right next to Susan's shoes... Wait, who's Susan? Nevermind that, I think I just miscarried. Or, I think my uterus just threw up. I'll be back.