"In a harrowing transpiring of occurences, I narrowly evaded an emasculating hybrid of KGB concierges who collaborated on a sinister rampage across the realm of viniculture. Serendipitously, I was able to, under my own volition, depart with my Natalie in my arms. The sonorous purveyors of avarice rallied, in, their attempts to destroy our mortal encases we traditionally name "our bodies," as we feverishly paddled away from the pristine harbors of Vladivostok. As we embarked on our finger-lickin'-good voyage across the mighty Pacific, we were gang-raped by pirates, who tempted us with promises of sweet gold before sodomizing us. When we reached dry land in the hustling and bustling metropolisof Vancouver, Natalie and I ate sour cream all night long. My sour cream.