The opening was marked by an ashen hand.

The opening was marked by an ashen hand. Climbing down the dank hole I encountered painted hands leading the way until in the deep I placed my hand on the imprint.of the great hand

, Khamsa no Kimi, which peered into my soul and saw no evil. The bedrock crumbled, and I fell into a cosmic box. The One Khamsa pulled me out and tossed me into a flux sector above

the cosmic hole. The One told me to hush now while it found a new home for my crumpled, withered body. Drops of dampened moss and earth hung over the edges of my coffin

"Sorry, this plumber is on vacation until further notice. Please leave a message after the beep." He threw his phone against the wall. He almost passed out in the smell of feces.

But he was a "glass half full" type person, ya know. Life hands you lemons, you make lemonade, right? He looked around. What could he make with all these feces pieces?

Fecalade has a nutty taste with an aftershock of dead rat. Great to drink if you are on the point of death from dehydration. Only a crazy optimist with feces on his hands like Liam

Neeson playing twister with a gay British boy band would see the genius in this aforementioned drink. I leave the name off it now so subsequent folders can guess what it is. It is

delicious, though. That much I can tell you, as I just finished my 4th one. Neeson stretched over to place his right foot on a yellow spot. "Blimey but your arse is in my face!"

"Now now, how can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?" I didn't know quite what that meant, but with a yell of "Left hand! Red!" I succumbed; terminally twisted.