Due to religious complications, Taylynn must use the guise of marriage as an excuse to unleash the fury of her growler on an unsuspecting young man. Taylynn is much like a Penis Brain in the sense that she is driven to do what her sexual organs dictate, but due to having kept her snatch in its cage for an extended amount of time, the now uncontrollable ferocity of her downtown crime scene now seeks an eligible young bachelor's perpendicular bisector to destroy. She fails to understand that getting married for sex is like buying a 747 for the peanuts (the guy doesn't know the peanuts have a high probability of tasting like shit). Taylynn is completely incapable of seeing anything beyond the middle of her legs.
Taylynn may be spotted in her college apartment on her laptop searching for unrealistically expensive honeymoon suites to charge to daddy's pocketbook with whilst she daydreams of getting her chimney swept.