Shit's biased against incorporeal creatures.
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Are aces high or low in the eyes of...The Frusher!!
Hey buddy, sorry to bother you, but do you have any Kings?
-No. Go fish.
While we're at it, have you got any Queens? I ran out of paper, used my last solid card...and you're the first person to come-in here in hours. This damn frusher won't frush without a solid hand.
Next week, on...ThA FruSHA!!..
Alright, Billy, you can borrow Daddy's Nintendo Powerglove again...but remember to put-it-on after, not before, okay? Remember what happened when you sullied his Hulk fist? Not good, right? No. Remember "Daddy smash Billy!" and the red owwies? Yeah. Not good. And only use the Powerglove if you can't remember the secret of the three seashells.
My mistake...I thought it was a frusher. Naughty anonymous, naughty naughty naughty.
If the nothingness of the incorporeal is folded-over several times and then vibrated...like an erotic accordion...would not the tenets of string theory give mass and, hence, warm dry air for their pleasure?
I love the fact that you can make a blog post about something I will just walk past (after frying my solid hands of course)
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