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Richard
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blobs, guest blogger week
By a Blob
The best kind of enablers are the ones that don’t even know they’re enabling you. Take for example, the “boy” I spent so many years adventuring with. He fed me bag after bag of what he thought were jellybeans, unbeknownst to him that they were really a cavalcade of psychotropic medicinal cocktails. Truth is, all my wacky transformation capabilities were realized long before the little punk thought he had some sort of bearing on my skills by feeding me bags of candy. Typical placebo effect on his part. The reality is, years of body bending and shape shifting left me with a laundry list of physical ailments and mental traumas. You can only morph your body weight into a umbrella so many time before your brain snaps. That’s where my pharmacist came in, allowing me to swap the jellybeans with a bag of meds. That stupid tween had no idea what he was feeding me. Throw me some tangerine (actually it’s liquid morphine,) transform me into a trampoline, and hit the jump to see what I was really poppin’…
1 comment 
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11.19.2008 ,
at 10:34 am
[...] besteht die Vermutung, dass beim Spiel A boy and this Blob der freundliche, wabbelige Begleiter nicht mit Jellybeans gefüttert wurde. Man sollte aber auch nicht ein Spiel nach seiner Verpackung beurteilen, oder [...]
