American Horror Story: Rubber Man
December 1, 2011 in television
Six months ago The Rubber man was walking down a hallway. But a little before that, the wife of the abortionist was upset and walking through the darkness of her house which was built just for her, looking over the furniture and whatnots and saying how wrong everything was. This is not her house and yet it is her house. A man wants to comfort her. What would comfort her is a baby. So be it! The rubber suit is quickly pulled out of the trash on the sidewalk. So convenient! Right on top like that. You should know that when husbands walk around the house dream sleeping in the night, their wives get fucked by rubber suited spirits. It is Tate!!!! Tate’s the Rubber Man! Hahahahahaha. Motherfucker.
Vivien has a photo of the abortionist and her wife and their child and she says: This lady was here! Vivien’s saying this to the maid who is working for FREE and the realtor.
1994. The cops come knocking on the door. Ack. I think I’m getting old ‘cause dogs getting blown up in microwaves and kids getting shot in libraries aren’t at all entertaining to me. Just makes me feel sad and sick to my stomach. But hot naked older men crying and masturbating over sexy housekeepers? I’m totally okay with that. More, I say! As much hot naked men masturbating as you can! Anyway, the high school kids are frightened and die at the hands of another kid. That actually is an American Horror Story. A realistic version of the Whistle Death song. O, dear, that one cheerleader needs to drink more water or maybe her lemonade Gatorade spilled? Red gun lasers swimming over Tate’s black-shirted chest. He shoots himself in the head with his finger. Ur doin it rong!
Who is in that goddamn black body sex suit? It's driving me nuts.
I just started watching American Horror Story and I love it. It’s on the 
