Monica's bikini ******* were so tight that they caused her to have terrifying hallucinations of a world with no Walmarts and Burger Kings. Heather, her ex-lesbian lover, took her hand (which had been placed in a cooler till surgeons could attach it) and smiled a toothy grin that was so beautiful (more beautiful than Julia Roberts' visible gums) that small airplane pilots (plagued by dwarfism) cooly crashed their motorcycles into an abortion clinic nearby till nobody protested anymore because they were completely dead like roaches in a cup of boiling saffron oil.