Triggered™

Glabella

it was the day of my cat's death. i fucked him really very hard. i ate his nipples.

the fluffy pineapple pillow rested quietly against my moist glabella.

i stared at it's holy grail of holy grain; the creepy crow pecked on my shaven glabella. once the crow (named glab) conceived his holy child, ella, (together they made glabella!) hell broke the diaphragm contraceptive.

upon further inspection, donald the dog trumped his way to the top of the animal kingdom, he politely fucked every dead cat he could find parce que il mange les chats. he moved along the side of the river bank of period blood, he tea-bagged his hind trotter (oink) and squealed with pleasure as he squirted all of his ribeany juices onto the dead fucked la chat. 

in conclusion, glabella.