I’m Sick of All My Kicks

Three people walk into a bar... One of them gets concussion, and floats off into a blissful wonderland, where everything is peaceful, happy, and made of their favourites foods, which they can eat and eat and eat, drink, dance without rhythm, sing out of tune, say and do whatever they want, and never suffer any... Continue Reading →

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