Once upon a time, there were two office employees magical fairy princesses assigned to clean out a storage room full of rat turds and fist-sized spiders. Reaching a bejeweled hand into a box of moldy books, one office beech princess cried, "Look! I have found a wonderful game! Let us rest and play with..."
Enticed by the vivid colors and modern art, the pair sat on their giant toadstools and began to 'fantasize' about 'exploring' the wonders of the Manhole:
Somehow, the lighthearted and whimsical tone seems mitigated by the force of the Manhole...
MANHOLE!
MANHOLE!
... because it's laced with GHB.
Or maybe they're subtly cautioning against, 'if he offers to slip your manhole a hot biscuit'...
Remember the days when software manuals were this simple?
Installation, huh? On most models, that comes standard.
(If this were a drinking game, "hard disk" would get you wasted in 10 min.)
The sequel, "the Womanhole", follows the same format of 'interactive exploration', but they keep that one locked up behind the counter.
FYI: I've been to The Mineshaft in Long Beach, CA. I argue that explains my jump into perverted reverie. Don't know about NotAvril... What's your excuse, lil' bit?
[Big thanks to NotAvril - a great coworker with a sweet nature and delightfully bent sense of humor, without whom this post would not have been possible. Good luck at grad school!]
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