The reality of your be-sticked invertebrate is entirely dependent on my whims. And they are whimmy whims.
Nothing is going to make me part with my shovels. And the spades. And the trowel.
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My friend Rick and I were mostly in it for the fridge raids, but we did get to see some spooky parts of campus that I'm pretty sure no one else had explored in a long time.