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caPtAin's eRecTIon 6" roUnd thESe evEnTs chAngEd The lIfe of eVeryOne inVolveD |
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sober isn't ok ok? yeah yeah |
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"ThEy Got WoRSe aNd WorSE"- dOUblE QuoTE, tOny BlaIr on HiS WIFe's BloW JobS aND (AnOn) tokER, CHOrus 12 talKinG aBoUt haLLUCINations |
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" i gOt a feELing i'm noT tHe only onE" eminatES ouT of tHe Steel bUMs of HOrris. EveRyOne on MSN toLd mE to dRInk cRANberRy juiCe (see diagram #1). I persoNAlly sAw adVanTages in boTh tHat ANd aNOTher taSTy beVeraGe; snOT. ah YEs, it had BEen a LoNg daY piCKing sNot wITh an Old, rUSty, hypERderMic coMpass aND (18763926432894686) OCCASIONALLY GETTING A GOOd sCab. As tHe LatIns sAid - " FREnch footBAll pLAyers smELl anD theY Look liKe kINgs, liKe emperors". FU*K. 4 fu*KING daYS maROoNed on tHe ISland Of muM. "RoBSter MobsTEr"- iF i fUCkinG hEAr tHat oNe More TIme, iT's hYperdERMic NEedle lanD foR mE! |
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DIAGRAM #1 |
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"I received this warning when visitng the Tribes of Ninanoona. The people seemed friendly..." CHAPTER B. |
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Cranberry Juice. the dreaded juice drink assorted with vitamins that plagued me from the MSN people...if THEY were really people. |
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WARNING: PRISON SEX |
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ben hawkes, renowned ------ --------. The logistics of an interstellar banana were vital when studying his goony smile |
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tHe loGIStics of AN InterSteLLar BaNaNa |
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"In the coming days, dazed and confused, I hallucinated. It was worse than a marijuana cigarette - a reefer" - Verse 12, THE BIBLE |
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adolF hTLer visits sTiCkmaN LaNd. |
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"I doN'T kNOw whAT's REAL anyMore. I can still rely on Vodka ThouGH." |
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THE VERY TONSILS THAT PLAGUED ME, PREVENTED ME FROM THE SOCIAL EVENT OF THE YEAR (see diagram 12), BEGAN TO SPEAK. |
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"Four days" they said, "Four days since you've made contact with a real human bean". I gasped. Four days! No wonder I want good so feeling! The tonsils continued- "I'll do you a deal, we get to (fu*k the brains out of your ear) -TWO MEANINGS- and you can see your friends" |
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MY VERSION OF THE SOCIAL EVENT OF THE YEAR |
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B= beer J= joint B + J = BJ |
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HYPERdermic NEEdle |
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Diagram 12: ACTUAL SOCIAL EVENT OF THE YEAR |
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"And thus concludes our journey into the mind of a young man, struck with fear, mass paranoia and hallucinations. Whether brought on by prescribed narcotics, prevention of contact with other human beans or a raging fever, we may never know. But rest safe in the knowedge that it was someone other than yourself who experienced this horrifying nightmare... Sweet dreams, Children" |
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