Lowtax: "Honey, come to the door and look out the peephole. I swear that house has gotten closer to ours"
Lowtax: "Don't provoke it, dear"
Lowtax: Tomorrow they wake up and their homes have merged and there's another peephole above that house too.
Zack: Maybe it's the other way around. Someone is peeping on the house Erin Andrews style.
Zack: "Oh yeah, look at those shingles, baby. Oh, god, wait until the Internet gets a load of those gables. Hubba, hubba."
Lowtax: No, wait, it's a bowling ball!
Lowtax: it's a beautiful, exquisitely decorated bowling ball of haunting sorrows.
Zack: A macabre bowling ball.
Zack: They always say when there's an eclipse not to look at it through your hotel door.
Lowtax: I'd love to see the kind of dude who rolls with a haunted house bowling ball during league play.
Zack: I'm guessing he wearing a polo shirt with a cravat.
Lowtax: "Oh this is my lucky ball. It reminds me of crummy houses"
Lowtax: Do you think the light on the top floor is perhaps from a SKELETON HAND?
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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