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A cold chill ran down my spine as I began to type...
I began to wonder, have I chanced on a prevoiulsy unexplored area of the supernatural that had never been addressed on a site such as this.
Silently, I went about my business...
Preparing the rare chemical elements that I had this gut feeling about, that would bring this dark experiment to a friutful conclusion.
The wonderous golden liquid distilled from the pulp of ripe english apples, harvested by poor peasants with no other visible means of support, was added in a most reverential manner to the cheap alloy saucepan...Then, intoning the chant, prompted by the verse on the cracked and faded parchment I held before my tired eyes....Lit by the flashes of lightning as it pierced the dank darknes of my laboratory....I added a standard Suzuki rear shock.
With just a few stirs, I then retired to the corner of the vault and rolled a phatty big enuff to fell King Kong...
A few hours later, I defeated my personal trauma's and...
... space walked...dreamlike, back to the stove, on what felt for all the world, just like MickeyMouse boots....
Hmmmm seems like I'm on to something here:
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*Note* Before I get any negative press on here, 4Fucksake this is meant to be lighthearted fun.
I began to wonder, have I chanced on a prevoiulsy unexplored area of the supernatural that had never been addressed on a site such as this.
Silently, I went about my business...
Preparing the rare chemical elements that I had this gut feeling about, that would bring this dark experiment to a friutful conclusion.
The wonderous golden liquid distilled from the pulp of ripe english apples, harvested by poor peasants with no other visible means of support, was added in a most reverential manner to the cheap alloy saucepan...Then, intoning the chant, prompted by the verse on the cracked and faded parchment I held before my tired eyes....Lit by the flashes of lightning as it pierced the dank darknes of my laboratory....I added a standard Suzuki rear shock.
With just a few stirs, I then retired to the corner of the vault and rolled a phatty big enuff to fell King Kong...
A few hours later, I defeated my personal trauma's and...
... space walked...dreamlike, back to the stove, on what felt for all the world, just like MickeyMouse boots....
Hmmmm seems like I'm on to something here:
*Note* Before I get any negative press on here, 4Fucksake this is meant to be lighthearted fun.
