Hell, this one time I was up walk'n on the ridge there across the street from Norman's place. You know, that place where all the whacked out ex-government workers dump all the lost mail? Hell, sure you do. Well I was up there when I seen this ol' refridgerator sitting there. There's a bunch of 'm but most of'm have had their doors taken off you know, like folks do. Well hell this one still had the door and all, and I went up there and yanked that sucker open. Well apparently it was ol' Ted Nugents and he got mad ass hell cause he had some muskrat penned up in there and he was waitin' it out to see if it would die before the apocalypse came. Hell he damn near tore out my spinal column when I let that thing out. I tell you what, that thing latched on to my face and started putting some sort of mind controlling tentacles down into mah brain son! I ran up and down the road doin muskrat ♥♥♥♥ for WEEK! Crazy as hell, son.

Once't upon a time there were a drain that existed deep within the core of a sink. Part of this drain (as it were called in the old days) was a cleanout plug on a trap with some coupling nuts and a strainer body. That is how it was in the days of old, back in the early 90's and late 80's when the dream of america was still straight and true made of US steel.

And so the farmers of old came to the new land behind the shopping center and found much beauty and wonder. They found cars buried in the sand and half decomposed corpses of sandmen stuck in the cold wet earth. Strange, I know, but this is the way things are this side of the Pecos.

Now comes the house fat man. Look i to your heart to find the answers that your mind has hidden. The peanut butter fortress is a mechanism for storing energy older than human intuition. Live mas.

well hurrry back! i need my ROXXUS!!