Freedom Town: Aesthetic and Recreational Lawn Alternative
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I wish it was like the old days and you just needed an id to cross the border. Passports are for suckaz
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I see that 2 of our siccness bruhs are celebrating their 106th birthdays today. Congratulations
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So I was at taco bell on my lunch break yesterday and I get out the car and there's a bum eating on the ground and asks me if I can buy him a enchirito cuz it's only $2 something... LOL fuckin dude actually asked me for something specific off the menu and im like Yea i'll get you something...
So I got him a 5 layer burrito but by the time I was done eating he was gone to the store to buy a beer so I gave it to another bum outside... cool story breh.
Everyday I see bums standing outside of fred meyer, walmart, taco bell, safeway... I could have sworn I seen a bum chick yesterday txting on a cell phone when no cars was driving by but as soon as a car came up she would hold her sign up
So I got him a 5 layer burrito but by the time I was done eating he was gone to the store to buy a beer so I gave it to another bum outside... cool story breh.
Everyday I see bums standing outside of fred meyer, walmart, taco bell, safeway... I could have sworn I seen a bum chick yesterday txting on a cell phone when no cars was driving by but as soon as a car came up she would hold her sign up
"One of the weirdest as well as most melancholy stories of human deformity is that of Edward Mordake, said to have been heir to one of the noblest peerages in England. He never claimed the title, however, and committed suicide in his twenty-third year. He lived in complete seclusion, refusing the visits even of the members of his own family. He was a young man of fine attainments, a profound scholar, and a musician of rare ability. His figure was remarkable for its grace, and his face — that is to say, his natural face — was that of an Antinous. But upon the back of his head was another face, that of a beautiful girl, 'lovely as a dream, hideous as a devil'. The female face was a mere mask, 'occupying only a small portion of the posterior part of the skull, yet exhibiting every sign of intelligence, of a malignant sort, however'. It would be been seen to smile and sneer while Mordake was weeping. The eyes would follow the movements of the spectator, and the lips 'would gibber without ceasing'. No voice was audible, but Mordake avers that he was kept from his rest at night by the hateful whispers of his 'devil twin', as he called it, 'which never sleeps, but talks to me forever of such things as they only speak of in Hell. No imagination can conceive the dreadful temptations it sets before me. For some unforgiven wickedness of my forefathers I am knit to this fiend — for a fiend it surely is. I beg and beseech you to crush it out of human semblance, even if I die for it.' Such were the words of the hapless Mordake to Manvers and Treadwell, his physicians. In spite of careful watching, he managed to procure poison, whereof he died, leaving a letter requesting that the 'demon face' might be destroyed before his burial, 'lest it continues its dreadful whisperings in my grave.' At his own request he was interred in a waste place, without stone or legend to mark his grave."