That must be the reason why I couldn't find my clothes after eating those funny mushrooms at a party.
That's why I always avoid groups of old men - they will drug you, strip you and sit in awe, until miss Heart Attack shows up. It's called "rushin' roulette".
Shame when that happens. At least I feel flattered that they were impressed with my clock weights to such an extent that they made a commercial about it.
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