Horny Goat Weed & A Bucket Full of Bananas

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Winnemuccamac was a death trap. Not of wispy flesh and sun dried bones, no, Winnemuccamac is where dreams go to die. The only thing worse than the watery gravy drowning my fish flavored boiled cauliflower was the gap in our waitresses teeth. This place reeks of misery. My companion smiled, as we huffed the farts of our own superiority. The smell was glorious and yet what a cliche we had become. The slots in the casino were as unforgiving as our judgments. So we departed down $12 and one of the worst meals of our lives but not before taking them for all they were worth in wet dry naps, dinner mints, and complimentary pens. On a side note should you ever find yourself in Winnemuccamac the corner of First & Garrison is the best place to burn one down.

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