Pablo De Nuda trembled on his next doctor's

Pablo De Nuda trembled on his next doctor's visit -- because he knew what they knew -- what they all knew -- the little glyphs blabbing about in their electro-topological congress
were not tattoos. They evil letters written in sensor-ink by the Sorority Girls on Omega 9. He'd passed out after drinking more Lanania Gin then a
light bout of dancing. But the Omega 9 sorority girls continued painting Unown Pokemon figures on people's faces. They were using people to write folds of a story! he learned when
one of the children at the forced labour camp included a note asking for help. The children at the camp were made to write folding stories 14 hours a day/ 7 days a week
/ 365 days a February. "Of all the months to squeeze 365 days of folding into, why February?" they lamented. The camp kids met folding quotas with minimalism and copy-pasting from
Facebook. It wasn't until the FS camp counselors announced an incentive program. If the FS camp kids could meet the February folding quota, they would each be rewarded with a
canoe trip to the FS Themepark. Manatee's Mystery Bayou. Spambaby's House of Horror. Stanley & Sara's Flatland. We FS camp kids met the quota by Feb.14, folded up our tents & paddl
ed our happy selves all the way over the the neighboring sister camp...Loudbed Springs. They were the friendliest girls I'd ever met. One of them...Sarah Rosencrantz...a rather hai
l and hearty Scouser would always share her stash of toffees with me - how friendly! Sarah would also sleep with anyone who'd ask her which I think is very friendly too. The camp
ers had never been happier! They raised their glasses to the turning of the season. Another succesful summer had by all.

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