Pantaloony bins swimmingly confused on the brink of the equinox crying for help and asking why. Doctor call it post-camp syndrome--when singing the same songs for eons and incredible heat drive the mind to create iMovie HD FILMS that swap the brain with a rubbery old rag doll and twist the ankles into licorice-esque spindles. Believe it. This one's two years old. Fart on the revolution.
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