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Tomorrow is 1,000,000 years away.
Yet my clock said it was due in only 7 hours. Something was afoot, and I could smell the treachery in the air. The foul, sour smell of
cow dung hit my nostrels instantly burning my untrimmed nose hair
turned out to be a rather delightful experience. After that the teletubbie impersonators decided they should
truly walk the walk and talk the talk - as it were - so they had their tongues surgically removed.
It was for the best. If their meat flaps of eloquence had still remained firmly in their place, who would know when this story was to end? But now a bloody steak lay simmering in the morning sun and all of them knew that their sacrifice was not in vain.
Brogel
lililoli
