Shrimp Tail God.
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| Suddenly, the creamers' need to show off emerges, and things go from merely impressive and acrobatic to not only downright tricky but...merely impressive.
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| However, like any large structure, forming where once nothing stood majestically, a crowd is bound to be attracted. Experts believe that this is caused by the hope that free T-shirts will also spontaneously form from the ether that brought a given large majestic structure to a spot where once nothing stood majestically.
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Then, as you might have expected, the same thing happened that happens every time a group congregates around something wonderful: the group creates a God to be responsible for the wonder. So, in return for this thoughtful gesture, the God obediently exists. |
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And so, rumor makes its way to the ears and minds of those not already assembled in congregation. And they 'decide' to join. And the congregation grows in size. And any subject that refuses to throw in with the lot becomes the subject of Jihad. And it loses it's bus priviledges. |
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So in the end, regardless of your intention, this is what you've got: A very complete and complex religion, all based around the worship of a cream-supported shrimp by butter. |
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By this time, I certainly hope you're well pleased with yourself. Don't kid yourself, either, men have killed to appease the whims of less than a shrimp tail before, and I have no doubt that butter is already up to the task. You don't have to believe me, but consider: When was the last time you got just a SIDE of eggs? |
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