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mrmacy, I had a similar experience once with one of those sugar cubes. It went something like this:
I was once out beachcombing, one very hot summer's day, when I thought I'd lay myself down to rest in a big field with tall eelgrass. I laid there in the sun, felt it caress my face as I fell asleep and dreamed. I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie, and that I was the star. This really blew my mind, the fact that me, an overfed, long-haired, weeping gnome should be the star of a Hollywood movie.
There I was. I was taken to a place, the Hall of the Merman King. I stood high upon a sand dune, naked with the world in front of every kind of mergirl. There were strong ones, tall ones, short ones, brown ones, black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones. Out of the middle came a merlady. She whispered in my ear, something crazy. She said:
Spill the wine, dig that mermaid.
Spill the wine.
Spill the wine, dig that mermaid.
Dig that Merrrrrrrrmaid.
I could feel a hot flame of fire roaring in my back as she disappeared into the sea. But soon, she returned. In her hand was a conch shell of wine; in the other, a glass. She poured some of the wine from the conch into the glass, and raised it to her lips, and just before she drank, she said:
Take the wine, take that mermaid.
Spill the wine, dig that mermaid.
Spill the wine, dig that mermaid.
Dig that Merrrrrmaid.
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