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Dear LiveJournal,
Last night I went camping in the hills of Oakland. We all almost got killed by a homeless "Buddhist monk" named Eric. We told him we were tripping on acid, and that we killed a cop. And that we made a xylophone out of his rib cage. To which he responded "duuuudeee, I PLAY the pianoaphone. Thats deep". Then he gave us an apple and a poem, and I hid in the winnebago. The end.
Last night I went camping in the hills of Oakland. We all almost got killed by a homeless "Buddhist monk" named Eric. We told him we were tripping on acid, and that we killed a cop. And that we made a xylophone out of his rib cage. To which he responded "duuuudeee, I PLAY the pianoaphone. Thats deep". Then he gave us an apple and a poem, and I hid in the winnebago. The end.