I looked at the walls, tendrils of chaos trying to enter, But there stood the ponies all around, they said to me -"Buy this merch and join the Psycadelic Cult of the Mare" and so I linked the merch below.
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@jimstewartson Its not a fish tank cleaner and it is used in humans. Your ignorance hurts my hobby.
That being said, dont fucking drink that shit. Hes an absolute idiot. Its for specific uses, not some magical vitality potion he seems to think it is.
In Texas they told me to stop at Buc-ee's for gas.
I have been to shrines. I have stood in temples that took two hundred years to build.
I was not prepared for the gas station.
There were one hundred and twenty fuel pumps.
I counted them because I did not believe them.
A man beside me was filling a truck the size of my first apartment, and he was not filling it because it was empty.
He was filling it because he was here, and here is where a man fills things.
Inside was a hall so vast I lost the horizon.
A wall of jerky. A wall of fudge I did not know the country produced.
A brisket sandwich handed to me by a man in a beaver costume.
And I want to be clear, the beaver is not a mascot.
The beaver is a saint.
The people speak of him the way my grandmother spoke of the mountain behind her house.
And the bathrooms.
I had been warned about the bathrooms and I had dismissed the warning as the pride of a loud people.
I was wrong to dismiss it.
The bathrooms are famous across the whole state and they have earned it.
I have slept in worse hotels. I nearly bowed upon entering.
A janitor was polishing the floor with the devotion of a man tending a garden he loved, and when I thanked him he said "welcome in," which I have since learned is what Texas says instead of hello, and also instead of I am glad you exist.
I went in for gas. I was inside for ninety minutes.
I came out with fudge, a shirt printed with a joke I do not fully understand, forty dollars of jerky, and a feeling I can only describe as having been to church.
I did not need any of it.
I needed all of it.
I have walked through the great cathedrals of the old world. I lit no candle there.
I lit no candle at Buc-ee's either.
But I did fill the truck.
And I understand now that in Texas, this is the same thing.
I need banana, tasty banana,
Put banana in my mouth.
Squeeze the peel, it comes in denim.
Squeeze banana! Squeeze banana!
Done for @Loafanon since he gave me pizza money
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This is a hella long shot, but hey @Griz and @GanjaWhiteNight Who do you all use for your Pashmina suppliers? I've been trying to find someone who makes them of the quality that yours are but I cant find anyone and I'm desperate. Thanks fam.
My boss jokingly mentioned how being here for 5 years means im going to be here forever.
Good luck. The second I see an opening I'm going to be 5 states away before you even realize I didnt show up for my shift.
I wanna play with fishies but professionally.
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I cant decide which one is more fitting so I'm posting all of em. But being told that Mare Fair is a nice con by Police, Surfers, NAACP, and even Bikers, was really meaningful for me. But I'll always remember playing, and immediately dieing, in Oregon Trail.