Roll up a fatty. Twist it at the ends. You
- Roll up a fatty. Twist it at the ends. You invite the homies. I'll invite the friends.
- Stick it in yo pocket. Hide it real well. Later we will smoke it. Then we'll go to hell.
- & come right back. Charon's got a souped-up hovercraft that we can jack. Conk him with a rock, drown him in the river. Styx and stones'll kill if you don't watch what you deliver.
- Charon's jacked hovercraft was incredible, souped up on the souls of the damned. We headed for Elysium along the Lethe. In Hypnos' cave, feeling drowsy, the eels attacked, taking
- us one by one into their toothless maws, as Hypnotic Sleeping Eels are wont to do, and regurgitating us on the far shore of Phlegethon, the Flaming River. Ahead, asphodel bloomed,
- & chocolate streams flowed. Swiss farmers tamed Asphodel & all dead prospered who possessed a swiss passport. We had none but were granted asylum for the bag of oboli we stole from
- a Greek vending machine. Here we were in the Swiss heaven running through fragrant tunnels in gigantic cheese. We rode giant Ricola rafts down a rushing river of
- Sore throats of all flavours. The water coughed and coughed as if it was going to die. The boat was not stable, so we had to be careful. Then mucous sprang up like geysers. Just as
- tern, a blisterburg blocked their progress." The narrator paused to clear his throat, "'Man the harpoons!' shouted the first mate, as he checked the oil density of the epidermis. I
- don't think I shall describe the rest of this scene, as it is far too graphic for those with delicate sensibilities. Let's just say that Sam Peckinpah made it into a gross film .
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