Satan gets a whipping from Sunshine every other week. A blessed soul-cleansing ride through the light of pornographic sweetness! The tunnel of Love! The commotion of touched anima! This hour is the embodiment of fervor!
We are committed to riding the locomotive rails of devout shamelessness, the amicable slow dance, the gooey gumdrop - on down to the most lethargic vehement blaring. Endowed with only the sustenance of tranquilizers, Old German and pretzels, we pledge to amplify your otherworldliness, knowledge, and robust prowess.
