When we were unpacking our various prop items, we realized that powerful forces unknown to man did not want us to succeed in this project. Our one and only blue light bulb traveled through the space time continuum and somehow ended up in the fabric I was unpacking. As I unrolled this piece of fabric our precious light bulb fell onto the ground and shattered into a million pieces.
WHAT KIND OF MASHUGANA |
At least I met the love of my life Billy Bob Junior.
Although all the elements of nature wanted us to fail we prevailed and sailed on.
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