It was only a coincidence that when the drug LSD was found by Albert Hoffman in 1938 soon after Jews around the world had to suffer.
Onix Toker knew this more than anyone else because he was 1/4 ashkenazim. He attributed the dexterity of his noggin while under-the-influence to this along with his knack for getting beat up. Chad was the worst bully of them all. He used to grip Toker's inner thigh so hard he actually saw purple for five seconds (he counted it exact) before it went black.
The disturbing darkness of that stairway made Toker recall this all with crisp horror. "I actually think I'm going to have to go to the bathroom right now" is all Onix said to himself before his legs protested.
"You're a pussy mate you fucking cunt."
"What he said."
He had no choice! He hadn't read far enough in his book on buddhist meditation to handle a situation like this; he didn't even have his happy .mp3s playing at the moment. Onix Toker descended into darkness and never returned.
This is the story of how he made peace with the war-like dirt-gremlins and discovered the fountain of eternal cough syrup. What? You thought you could decide the outcome of this story? You can't even decide the outcome of your own life, loser.
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It took about 20 minutes for Toker to reach the bottom of the stairwell. His eyes were tearing up because it was so dirty. Though constant-fear kept his mind off the full bladder he had for approximately 15 minutes by the time he hit flat land he knew he really had to go. It was so dark though... he didn't know what was really there. It felt cold, yeah, there was a definite breeze. And the sound of giggling young-girls was unmistakable (though the pot-induced schizophrenia Toker acquired might've been the answer).
What will our young hero do?
Hold it in
or
Pee Exactly 90 degrees to his left
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