While driving to the local food shop I noticed something odd. Just outside of town there is a Nie Funeral Home, and right by it there is a rather sharp dangerous turn. Either this is a coincidence or Nie is a genius killing house.
If I were them I would go to High School Musical fan clubs and pay the people there to drive at excessive speeds around that particular bend in the road. Because they obviously hate themselves and life (even if they don't realize it), and it would be a favour (look I'm British! or a dick hipster) to the rest of us non-subnormals.
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Friday, February 20, 2009
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