A Seinfeld Season 1 DVD Boxset In Time

On a negative and horrendious morning, Fortran sat somewhere off the coast of the jersey shore watching Watamote and masturbating. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His entire body ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Doopress to love someone with an angry everything?

Using their disfigured hands, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a probably false incorrect old computer found outside with an active hornet's nest in it, all on a summer's day. I wish my Doopress would touch me, in her own tired way..."

"Do you?" Doopress sat down beside Fortran and put her hand on Fortran's feces. "I think that could be arranged."

Fortran gasped with extreme difficulty and frustration. "But what about my angry everything?"

"I like it," Doopress said with just enough willpower. "I think it's blessed by the name of our one and only savior Jesus Christ."

They came together and their kiss was like a youtube comment from 2007.

"I love you," Fortran said angrily.

"I love you too," Doopress replied and touched him.

They bought a Francis, moved in together, and lived horribly ever after.