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▲===champer 1 : “guhhhh im outta the sauce”===
The night was long and dark. As long and dark as a horse. The night was hung out.
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My mouth was dry, and my nuts were cold. I have no entertainment, and no sustenance.
No-one told me how goated homemade chinese was.
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Anyways, my mind was fucking dull. Dull as hel. (💀)
My plug was down and out for the rest of the month. I
The dumbass had relapsed and jammed a whole table leg up ass, and his whole anus prolapsed on Instagram Live.
I had to turn to my
I open my telegram app, scroll past 4 turkey trading channels, 4 Russian furry porn channels, 2 Armenian bomb-making channels, an ISIS newswire, and 9 channels dedicated to posting black thugs shaking their thugs.
I
One rumored individual.
A certain,
Hood legends state that he delivers, but his sauce
===Champa 2 : the plug of fritz dr.===
Damn bitch, I forgot.
That Gyler bitch
He
A homeless guy high on crack told me that.
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I type his number into my phone, and send him a message.
Somehow, in 5 seconds, I instantly get a response.
What.
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By Bugatti, I really mean 2004 Honda Civic, with an AliExpress spoiler super-glued onto the trunk.
Sayreville
I pull up at the house.
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The light is the porch light.
Something about this house
Fucking retard turned off all of his lights, as if noone was home.
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I walk up to him, [https://prnt.sc/zoAF7mOxcTJg and he stares at me with a precarious glance.]
Beyond confusion, I look at this individual and attempt to understand the biggernabble he just spoke upon my ears.
I do not even dare to communicate further with this being, and I really
With a great, deep, feeling in my gut that I should of listened to, I give him the 4 dollars, and take a small dime-bag full of a-
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Moving? Spinning?
Not federally, but slightly.
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It has a blue hue.
The presence of the omega-tard scares me, and I just turn around and briskly walk to my Civic.
I
Not having a door beats getting molested by an asian that just sold me god knows what.
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I take the small bag of liquid out, and I feel a slight jolt in my heart as I realize the fucking bag full of goop has just been in my pocket the whole time since I got it from that chink.
I empty the bags contents into a red Solo cup I have on my coffee table, and without a second hesitation, I down the cup like a shot.
I only felt the cold temperature of the drink going in my mouth, down my throat, and wherever else in my body. (i failed anatomy)
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After 3 minutes, nothing happens.
I should probably expect it to kick in around the same time as a zaza edible.
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I watched a video of a horse eating bricks in Iran.
I watched a consistent group of 4 people argue about if
I saw uncensored gay horses.
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however im not even concerned about that any more as a strange mental fog sets in.
it feels like the type of mental fog i get as
feels like my brain is gradually turning into a rock tumbler with a baszjillion small pebbles tumbling in it
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i tighten my body, and prepare to engage the presumably hostile entities with a great war chant
as i had spake and scrum in two foreign dialects, the two entities in unison turn around
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the rubber looking pteradactyl stares into my soul and says something
on the left, the tall, fur-swarthed entity, with deep white eyes and a skull mask also retorts a few words
what
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the blue rubber bird stares at me and yells
suddenly, both 1471 and fang approach me, and rip my face off
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However, my ceiling begins to creak, and a person blasts out of a person sized hole in my roof.
The plug somehow crashed through my roof, directly in front of me.
He
Despite the fact repairing the roof is gonna be expensive as hel, (💀) I am kinda excited to see him.
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