I was playing PSP. I have an plushie of Tails

I was playing PSP. I have an plushie of Tails Doll attached to this shirt. It was because one time i got drunk and my friends trolled me. I was scared that time, but by the time

I was 45, I had figured out a way to get my revenge. I was going to need these ingredients:

1. two tons of uranium. 2. a goat.

Either this is a recipe for irradiated Goat Tartar, a rare dish seldom served fresh but with an uncovered shelf life of 5,000 years or a teamsters nightmare. The tare wt. of Goat

in those parts was pretty much beside the point. Most people measured with a Geiger counter. They all swore that you could counteract the effects if you smoked a hookah filled with

foot I was overtaken by super thirst. I have rabies I thought. It looked like I stepped in soap suds. The desire for a coca-cola icee came over me like a

swarm of arrows at the end of Hero. But there wasn't a 7-Eleven in sight, so I would have to make an icee with things I could find on the street, like

a piece of surgical tubing and a discarded emergency generator. Using a dash of cough syrup and anti-freeze, I was able to emulate the Blu Razzleberry Slushi. I hoped my MacGyver

cleverness would counteract my growing dementia til there was a cure(or an app)for that. But I was working on it.See, first you take a paperclip, sodium thiosulfate, a tube sock...