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Don't use the soap MeMa gave you for Christmas. Strong suspicion shes supporting that crazy creepy cult that resides in the basement of the old abandoned tire factory. When used it rapidly dissolves leaving you with a handful of painted marbles, Jesus's face on one side, "ready to clean your soul?" on the other. Equal parts disturbing and ridiculous to be cleaning the naughty bits with a fistful of divinity.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
Soul Cleanser
Don't use the soap MeMa gave you for Christmas. Strong suspicion shes supporting that crazy creepy cult that resides in the basement of the old abandoned tire factory. When used it rapidly dissolves leaving you with a handful of painted marbles, Jesus's face on one side, "ready to clean your soul?" on the other. Equal parts disturbing and ridiculous to be cleaning the naughty bits with a fistful of divinity.
marble-soup
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
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