Shittiest Inszenierung Ever

Wall, chair. Sweaters, slacks.
Twenty-eight point five percent
Bessere Plätze

Aboard that grinning mastadon’s gleaming emerald, 22 sail, multiple rudder ship we learned the ins-and-outs of swabbing, macrame, chop-blocking, elephantitis, and numerology—and that was all before first call! One day when we were all swinging from the sail ropes and singing, a giant storm snuck up on us. As we were being thrashed and thrown, thrust and throttled in the heavy waves, there was a chorus of maniacally laughing sea mammals balancing on their tails in a circle around us, taunting us in our frantic scurrying. We thought we would never get the b-b-q tied down.

Snaps, gets into it.
Illegal block. Score power.
Really chalky chews.

Wooden Wand & the Vanishing Voice “Steven the Harvester Presides O’er the Din of the Teh-Teh Cups” (buy)