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The Great Hott/Choad Collision of 2014

Then, on a day just like many others, as our blue orb spun on its merry way, a lone seagull pooped on a lotus tree in Kathmandu.

In the reverberation of that seagull poop, an alarm was sounded. The Spirit Guide scratched its taint.

For the karmic wrongness of the universe had taken diarrhetic squat on the face of humanity. Like the seagull poop before it, it rained shmeg on an unjust and unfair world.

Why?

The sweatsock soak of the unholy Benzino comingled with the sassy lickle fondle of effervescent party girl Champagne Katie.

And, just as the Gozarians predicted, the great fungspittle war of 2014 began….