Since the ferry back wasn't due for some

Since the ferry back wasn't due for some time, he figured nobody was checking just where he was THIS MOMENT. He grabbed a bag of fertilizer, some rags, nilla wafers, an LED, and
The Anarchist Cookbook and locked himself in a bathroom stall. He figured it was now or never. He popped 4 nilla wafers in his mouth and started divvying up the fertilizer into
four different toilets. With the Anarchist's Cookbook he was going to show the YMCA that
kicking him out just because he insisted that everyone sing the village people Song at YMCA camp was a big mistake. He dropped a chunk of sodium, sulfur, & phosphorus in each toile
and snuck out of the dressmaker's studio snickering at the thought of skinny models screaming in agony. The dressmaker was an ardent supporter of the YMCA so it was a fitting
time to give her husband a blowjob. And it was about time she did, too. He was about to go batty, as he had gone years ago on their abstinent honeymoon (her idea) to
Israel. That trip had been a disaster, and he had nearly thrown her out of a three-story window, but she'd begun the BJ just in time. Now he looked about ready to murder a cow, so
the minotaurs drew arms ready to protect their own hordes from the angrified woman-abusing misogynist. Minotaur just HATE it when you chuck empty beer bottles at women. FACT.
But it would take more to defeat a Minotaur - especially a Greek one - than just empty beer bottles and a little chauvinism. No. It would take courage and biceps the size of
Mars, which of course is impossible. Therefore, my thesis is proven: It is impossible to defeat a Minotaur. Now, I have time for a few questions. You there, in the back row.

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