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The mist slowly crept it's way along the marsh, devouring everything in it's path. It was as thick as pea soup and we knew the trouble that would ensue if we did not make it out of the forest before it reached us. I grabbed for
my junk, but to my surprise, it wasn't
an apple at all, it was a shrunken
hobbit's turd if I ever saw one. And I've seen plenty in my
pubic hair, but that has never stopped me from
drinkin' whiskey, smokin' grass and whorin' women! Yeah!
