in the bathroom of Cheekas right now. Incidentally, if I would have chosen
to say "drop that white trash motherfucker and have a much better
time with a real man" or even have read any of my writings I might
be dead now. This is why to carry a gun or to learn martial arts.
Now it's 12:30 and I'm 50 miles South of Chicago. Only a few more hours. 12:30 my time, 1:30 yours. I'm back in Denny's drinking a soda and about to eat a veggie melt this time. Meat is murder, don't you know.
I never got back to exactly how to end up in the dennys (the first one) though. I mentioned that the path of action is fairly easy but there are a few tough parts.
Part 1: You must manage to start at the exact point and at the exact
time that I started. Right now I'm not sure of either but I'm sure I'll
be able to nail them down once the appropriate space-time warp becomes
available. When the map may be obtained I'm certain there will be facilities
available to travel to the correct start time as well as place.
This ends the story of our much loved
and infamous unknown Legend.
Meerschool von Bulstecomit, though, has much more to say.
Praise Bob Issue # 9
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