I don’t go to raves anymore because someone once took a shit in my Snoopy Snocone maker when I was on the dancefloor. I came back to the booth and made a Plurcone for a rave pal and they got E Coli then the cops came and I went to bed at 10am the next Sunday.

I can’t do that anymore. My ears still ring.

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