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The Burning Coal of Wisdom Crammed Inside the Anus of Truth
|  The Walrus Saidby Chase Spergen   February 17, 2003 The time has come,
the walrus said, to smoke a box of crack. Fucking walrus! Stay out of my drug box, and you're standing on my sack! Don't make me cook you in hot whale oil for absconding with my stash! Your constant questions and oblique riddles are giving me a rash! The time has come, the walrus said, to eat some more grilled cheese. Fuck you walrus! You ate all my red hots! Now get out of the refrigerator please! You weren't invited! You are not wanted! Just take a hint and leave! And don't think I can't see you over there, blowing your nose on my sleeve! The time has come, the walrus said, to watch Cannonball Run 2. We just watched that! You must be joking! I cannot believe you! Get out of my apartment, you fucking moocher! I've really had enough! And don't forget your sleeping bag that smells like ocean stuff! Get the fuck out! Flop toward the door! Take your big teeth and leave! I'm serious, that fishy stench is enough to make me heave! The time has come the walrus said, to prank call Emilio Estavez. Goddamn you walrus! Didn't you hear a single word I said? I said to go! I said to split! I sai- Now hold up, son. On second thought, toss me the phone. That sounds kind of fun. Milestones1969: Red Bagel finds true calling when he stumbles on to faked moon landing being filmed in his local neighborhood YMCA.Now HiringRing-Bearer. Seeking meek carrier of unholy evil, pure of heart and with will to accomplish impossible deed. Three references and two years of experience necessary, start at minimum wage.Top 5 commune Features This Week
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