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un-happy hour was here. the recipe was found.

it was discovered six feet below the ground.

word had it, all it took was one drop.

screams could be heard.
“please make it stop!”

the potion had pickled. the time was near.

“but what does 336667 mean?” they asked, voice trembling with fear.

the burning question was answered. to hell or heaven?

WTF is


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the mood had changed. shrieks of “WEN?” were cried.

the sips have been taken, introducing Not Your Bro’s dark side.