At the bloody mausoleum gates... well, not bloody in the sense that they are covered in blood or anything, no not that. in the profane sense, that is, more rather...
as i was saying... bloody piss!
so... why are we here?
she was the light of my life, santa... and i miss her
oh... oh, oh, oh, oh! i thought this was some kind of sick, cross-species, necrophiliac kind of thing...
