Your three foot stack of porn mags you keep in the closet under a series of abandoned shoes has lost its thrill. The pictures are all faded from being looked at so much. Your eyes have slowly sucked the vibrancy from the ink to feed to fleshy hues of your fantasys. Why not just throw these old things into the Nuke-O-Matic engine and drive to the Mall-Fart store to get a new supply with vivid sexy colors. On your way there the car starts to vibirate wildly. You hit your turn signal to pull over to the side of the road. Before you get parked the car explodes taking out a fourth of a city block with it. You are vaporized. A major design flaw in the Nuke-O-Matic engine it seems.
The End