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BatRinseRepeat · 31-35, F
It was a dark and stormy night.
My hair was drenched, a mass of wind torn tangles, but all my towels had been stolen by the illuminati and zombie gypsies had traded my conditioner for cheap absinthe.
I climbed the narrow stairway to the forbidden room - searching in the blackness for something, anything, to keep away the madness ...
My hair was drenched, a mass of wind torn tangles, but all my towels had been stolen by the illuminati and zombie gypsies had traded my conditioner for cheap absinthe.
I climbed the narrow stairway to the forbidden room - searching in the blackness for something, anything, to keep away the madness ...