Yeah, so he's not guilty, but do you have any idea how long I've been wanting to use that title?
This is the problem with the way I write - where Jellybean reaches into his head and turns on the tap marked Stabby Stabby FUCKING STABBY Stabby, and Jack transcribes from handwritten notes stained by salty tears and still-healing wrist scars, I tend to start with a single punchline and work backwards. Or start with a one-liner and work outwards (that can get painful).
Or, in this case, start with a title and then have no idea where the hell I'm going with it. Still, at least I can get it out of me while there's some degree of topicality associated with it -- and if it manages to conjure images of a noseless lily-white freak sodomizing twelve-year-olds on top of a mountain of hardcore pornography, well, all the better.