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eyes filled with water. "Do you really think so?"

"Of course," the girl replied. "All you need is pungent turds. Steaming ones."

Steaming, pungent turds.

Ohhhh, yeah. Granny, you're running at about 6th grade level today. Try a little harder please as it's pretty repetitive. This is your life affirming note for the day.

California Mental Health Board

cheddar whales crackers Tony, or Tory, or Timmy wondered what his name was. He had to admit that steaming pungent turds sounded intriguing. Especially talking ones. Maybe he should just move in at Mass Fiction. The Wendy's was about to close and the other customers were getting rowdy.
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Dorkota opened his eyes and realized he'd left the VR mask on too long again. His pants were missing and he wasn't sure which basement he was in...

Tony looked out the window of the Burger King as a dusty Harley Davidson pulled in to the parking lot. He was shocked to see the rider was the man in army pants. Who was he and how did he get here?

"Of all the places to eat, you pick this trash?" the man asked.

Tony was speechless. "It's a long story." He managed to say.

"Yeah, I've been watching. That grey truck out there, the keys are in the glove box. Get going." Tony looked out the window of the Wendy's and saw the gray truck at the gas station. He thought back to when he was a tadpole, spending every day baking in the sun. Like a fragrant turd. That was the life. He knew that he really would only find fulfillment as a fragrant turd. Yeah. The universe was speaking to him now. Saying, "yes, as a fragrant turd, you will find peace."

Imaginary Granny hovered above. Was this possible?

Then Tony remembered that he was in Burger King, not Wendy's, and the grey truck could be exactly what he needed to complete his quest. He thanked the man who had ridden in on the Harley, and hurried out to the parking lot. There in the glove box, Tony found the keys, just like the man had said. Beside them was a note which read, "If you want to destroy Spencer, you NEED that chess set from the meteor crater in Arizona. Now get going." Tony decided to comply. He turned the ignition, drove out of the parking lot, and soon found the Interstate heading south.

Ha ha! A cocksucking Wisconsin cop was shot dead Monday evening while trying to stop a robbery. Keep those cop corpses coming!

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