You have a teleporter, but it ages whatever is transported through it a year each time. Soon it is stolen from you by wine merchants. Then it's stolen from the wine merchants by the aforementioned team of unscrupulous scientists.
A fanatically republican coup overthrows the US. They invade cuba and change it into "gayland", and you are deported there.
You are filled with an undeniable compulsion to stare upon a star as much as possible.
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Originally Posted by Intrepid Homoludens
I wish I could go to London for an all expenses paid one month holiday, including all the hot hunky male escorts I could handle.
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Circumstances force you to move to alabama. You gain a job perk: all expenses paid 1 month hollidays to either of the londons there.
I wish american football was renamed collisionball, crashball, smashball, tackleball or something along those lines to eliminate confusion.
