How much money could #Survivor make from Morocco or something if they got out of Fiji and did a reward to some nice locale as a commercial for their tourism instead of some shitty Applebee's? Seems like several wins to me.
Until last week. It turns out the hypnotist specifically directed that I wouldn't be awoken by the phrase unril I heard it five times. Something so outrageous, so asanine, there was no way I could stumble upon it in my every day life.
That phrase?
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10 years ago, I volunteered for a hypnosis show, but the performer suddenly died mid performance, leaving me permanently stuck in a semi-conscious daze. Nobody knew what phrase the hypnotist had assigned to end the spell. Hopeless, my family sad by my bedside, day in and day out.
Doctors tried everything: smelling salts, adrenaline, pinching my armpits. Alas, nothing would cause me to even stir. Every fall and every spring, they would leave Survivor running, hoping that somewhere in the back of my mind I was still watching.