Last night I dreamt that I was hanging out with RRA and LLC. I know RRA's real name but not LLC's. I felt kind of awkward calling him LLC the whole time.
(I'm spending waaaaay too much time on the BB.) Excellent. Was I nude, or riding an elephant? Both?
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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