The goggles! They do nawthing!
So, as we speak, there is a fire burning at Ciba, one of the chemical factories in the area. The air outside is a nice, gulf-war-syndrome-inducing haze. And I have a nice, juicy headache.
I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm pretty sure we're all gonna die.
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the only thing that makes up for you maybe being dead is the title of this post. you friggin' rule, man. i'm jealous i didn't think of setting one of the chem companies on fire just so i could write a post with that title.
the end.
One time in college I was dressed up as a pirate and someone maced me and my friend Westberg. As my face was melting off, all my friends could say was that they were pissed I didn't say that. So consider this a belated attempt at redemption.
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