Absurdism

Pounded In The Butt By My Book "Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt"

Slammed In The Butthole By My Concept Of Linear Time

Pounded By The Pound

Turned Gay By The Existential Dread That I May Actually Be A Character In A Chuck Tingle Book

My Butt Is Comforted By The Realization That I’m Okay And Everything Will Be Alright

Nice Guy Dinosaur Doesn't Pound Me In The Butt Because I'm Not Interested And He's Not Actually Nice He's Just Annoying And Creepy And Doesn't Respect ... When I Tell Him We're Not On A Date

Not Pounded In The Butt By Anything And That's Okay

Just Kind Of Ignoring This Sad Lonesome T-Rex Who Is Screaming "Debate Me" From His Folding Chair