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My mind has wanderred off into a magically manic state.
Has my big bowl of wires become an unbrushable mess, or is it a perfectly perportioned grid of parallel and perpindicular noodles?
I'll let you know when it cracks.
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I bought six beers and walked down the railroad tracks. I slid down a steep path, and landed at my favourite and most literal drinking hole. I cracked a beer and drank it's neck. I sat there for 40 minutes and smoked plenty of cigarettes.
Finally, a decision was made.
Five full beers were smashed. The one that had already lost its neck to the thirsty retard, was tossed at the pile of glass sitting in the river of foam, adding to both.
Has my big bowl of wires become an unbrushable mess, or is it a perfectly perportioned grid of parallel and perpindicular noodles?
I'll let you know when it cracks.
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I bought six beers and walked down the railroad tracks. I slid down a steep path, and landed at my favourite and most literal drinking hole. I cracked a beer and drank it's neck. I sat there for 40 minutes and smoked plenty of cigarettes.
Finally, a decision was made.
Five full beers were smashed. The one that had already lost its neck to the thirsty retard, was tossed at the pile of glass sitting in the river of foam, adding to both.