It was bound to happen- 11 harrowing days through the mind-numbing midwest. Same people, same songs, same bitter resentments festering like a Kenny G solo on an ABBA tune. Apparently, the cast suffered through one rushed tempo too many and well, you see the unfortunate result. It's not so bad though- fortunately, through the timely intervention of one of the Grandmaster's Haitian friends, a quick ceremony involving some sacrificed livestock and a trip to the hardware store and the Grandmaster lives again.... need......brains........brains....
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Well actually the real reason this photo was taken because JZ got a sweet deal on fake blood from Big Lots and felt he had to justify the purchase. I'm not saying there aren't bitter resentments though.
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