It’s a complete mystery. Nobody knows exactly what went down in the San Fernando Valley in 1983 except for one proud lady displaying her bowling balls that she grew from seeds.
But that poster… creep city. An overweight one-armed busty yellow jacket with spit curls offsets the mysterious code on the right, below which is a secret symbol, kind of an anti-yin-yang deal. I smell evil.
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Some animation combinations just kinda creep me out.
“Crispy decapitated amputees and fuming black males: 1st Floor;
Full-scale Barbies, accessories and original packaging: 2nd Floor;
Miscellaneous torsos and body parts: 3rd Floor;
Tanning Party on Four.”
You REALLY don’t want to know what’s on the upper floors, and the basement is just disgusting.
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You can’t ignore me forever.
I’ve hidden your straw.
I’m gonna play “Everything Is Beautiful” over and over and over if you don’t come out.
I can still see your toes.
There’s a spider above you.
I’ve locked the bathroom door.
I’m still sitting here, and I’m watching you.
I’m going to be very quiet now…
Tacky Raccoons 