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My trip down the rabbit hole resulted in, among other things, a harrowing and daring trip in a get away vehicle over giant speed bumps that I didn't notice until I was on top of them. Our deadly urban assault vehicle held up quite well, considering it was a Ford Focus. The plan was to *cough* rescue an orange construction blinky-light thingy that now sits in my bedroom flashing its evil orange light as a glaring reminder of my last few days of idiocy and debauchery. I think there was, somewhere in there, a trip across town to up our highs; some kinky allusions to threesomes (which, *shudder* due to non blood-related family ties, never happened) and lots of sex (which did). The collective "we" also courageously sampled a strange liquid called "Zwack" that I found buried in the basement. It was contained in an odd little blue bottle, that resembled the base of a bong, and smelled like rotting weeds. Apparently you can use it to make a "Zwarzenegger".

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