I have a month of queue going on, due to travelling and mind-broadening stuff. The truth is out there, and so is a lot of bullshit, but that just fertilises the truth.

12th August 2012

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I knew this bloke once, right. And… He used to masturbate so much that he grew very fond of his hand. So much so, that he began to talk to it and he put a little face on it and he called it Muriel. And after a while Muriel began to talk back to him. He would get her all dolled up in make up and specially made little clothes and at night she’d go down and make intense, mad, passionate love to him. Anyway, one night about three am he wakes up in a cold sweat. And hears all this panting and moaning and groaning coming from the next door neighbours apartment. And he looks down at his hand, there’s nothing there. Its gone. Its just this bloodied stump. So he staggers out into the hallway and he sees that the next door neighbour’s door is wide open. So he pops his head in and what does he see, on the bed, his hand, Muriel, all dressed up to the nines, make up on, going down on the next door neighbour…True story
— He Died With A Felafel In His Hand (via bandaidcoversthebullethole)

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