Lucky muscular doctor gets to fuck the crap out of this slut

I love those guys.

Those guys.

Those guys.

I love ass.

He's up.

What happened?

Ah, well. It's time to go to work.

Who are you?

You can call me Q.

Wait a minute.

There was light.

And before that...

Oh my god.

I'm dead? I'm dead?

Oh my god!

Is this really necessary?

Fuck you! I just found out I'm dead.

It's a little disturbing.

Well, if it makes you feel any better.

You're an angel.

Are angels alive?

No.

No.

No.

I don't fucking feel any better.

Well,

let's just go. I mean, I know this bar we should go to.

Angels drink?

No.

Oh.

This really sucks ****** dicks.

An angel, it's an office.

It's a job.

It's given to souls that have

a certain shine

back when they were living on earth.

You got

archangels, guardian angels,

death angels.

Which are we?

Oh, we're cupids.

Cupids?

Yes. We make sure people fall

in love.

Obviously I had died and gone to a bad

women's network cable movie.

It's our job to make

connections between people.

That way

we can bring love into their lives

and offset

the isolation and loneliness that

so plagues human conditions

on earth.

So if we meet a certain quota, do we get our

angel wings? Collect

$200, go straight to heaven?

You can go to heaven any time you choose.

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