It is clearly a radio studio, but the walls are covered in blood, and instead of dials and buttons on the soundboard, there is just animal viscera, glistening under the green LED lights. I hope this microphone works. Am I in hell? […] There is so much blood. It is seeping into my shoes! There are - oh, masters of us all, no - teeth scattered across the floor. The window into the control booth is shattered and there is a swath of skin and a fistful of long clumping hair hanging from a sharp glass point!
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THIS VIDEO IS MY NEW RELIGION. THIS VIDEO IS MY POLITICAL VIEWS ON FACEBOOK. THIS VIDEO IS MY POLITICAL VIEWS IN REAL LIFE. HOOK THIS VIDEO UP TO AN IV AND INJECT IT STRAIGHT INTO MY VEINS I WANT ALL MY BLOOD CELLS TO BE REPLACED WITH GIFS FROM THIS. I AM ATTACHING A PROJECTOR TO THE CEILING OF MY BEDROOM AND PROJECTING THIS ON MY WALL 24/7 FOR THE REST OF TIME, OR AT LEAST, THAT IS WHAT I WOULD DO IF I STILL HAD A BEDROOM, BUT I DON’T BECAUSE AS OF NOW I LIVE IN A DARK CAVERN DEEP BENEATH THE EARTH THAT CONTINUALLY SHAKES WITH THE FORCE OF BOOT-STOMPS AND HOT DANCE BEATZ, BECAUSE LITTLE MIX DRAFTED ME INTO THEIR WARRIOR WITCH COVEN AND I IMMEDIATELY GAVE UP MY NORMAL LIFE AND NOW I SPEND MY DAYS CRAWLING ALL OVER INDUSTRIAL VEHICLES, DOING COORDINATED DANCE ROUTINES, AND GATHERING MYSTICAL POWERS IN ORDER TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD. GET YOUR KILLER HEELS SNEAKERS PUMPS OR LACE UP YOUR BOOTS, MOTHERFUCKERS
'Cecil… is there any way for you to put those out?'
'Sorry, not with you here'
So the next day they went shopping.
Every single person who reblogs this
will get a horrible pick-up line in their ask.
This stuff never works for me. But I want this soo badly.
Ooh ooh baby
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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