Victory is eaten by time flies.
A police sting to catch sexual predators is the only true fact.
The tail catches its snake.
Little 'ol love learns to talk.
The history of America is examined.
The Season 3 opener looks at an impossibly stupid reality.
Good things only come to those who crawl desperately into living cadavers.
Destiny spelled sdrawkcab is Mee Maw.
yrotanalpxe-fles (Hold mirror up to this text, then to your own face. You have just confronted collective despair.)
The only thing more brainless than a dumb guy is a dumb guy with a brain.
A mysterious stranger shows Heartshe, the rock hard way, that humanity is a celestial continuum.
The whole of Heartshe gets bitten in the dog by the hot wolf of American sexceptionalism.
Hurlan's tangled heart gets tied up in more twists than a bag of pretzel sticks when he hears the international grunt of love.
After many lonely years, Hurlan finally gets to feel the cold touch of a mommy.
Death plays doorbell ditch in Doc's crotch. Hurshe answers the ding dong.
When a henchbaby's guilt comes back to haunt the Holler, Hurlan must become a man -- all over his gun.
The mind is a terrible thing. Viva Cerebroheims!
Hambrosia teaches Doc that death is a gift, but Doc exchanges it for a thinly veiled metaphor concerning the complexities of the abortion debate.
Sometimes you just gotta get away from it all, in order to destroy the entirety of civilization.