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::wrkime gains full conherency of the events over the last few days::
Well, it all started after I came back from building the go-cart track, batting cages and ballpit. I left here to have by back waxed and the wrinkles removed from my scrotum. I remember leaving the place and I smelled natural gas. At that moment, I remember thinking "God, I hope no one lights a match around here." With that, I turned to make sure that the door was closing behind me, that's when I saw the spark and then detonation. The Back Waxing and Scrotum Smoothing salon was gone. I was thrown 45 feet across the street landing in the display window of the local BDSM clothier. Surrounded by whips, leather masks and assless pants, I made my way back here.
God, I need a beer.
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It was like that when I got here....I swear.
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