An Ongoing Exploration of West Texas Wickidity, and its horrid impact on a Girl Named Lulu
Thursday, March 24, 2011
A Funky Reunion
Invites are self-administered, because, my darlings, you know who you are. The time is the same as always, so is the place. Rev your turbo encabulators, and grab your vacuum buckets. We've already set the traversable wormhole to the other side, where it's always midnight under the full moon. The Black Mansion is stocked and the pool of serenity beckons. Don't worry the water's always fine and besides, how do you expect to find what you haven't lost?
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