Yesterday I finally did it. After weeks of spying, hacking, and ballistic-hypnosis I finally breached the hollowed portals of Doctor Harold Toboggans’s triple-reinforced ultramax-security Google account.
Once there, I wasted no time in composing an urgent warning to Comma fans everywhere about Doctor T’s ventures into the offline world…
They glowed
We survived
Time to rest
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Be back soon…
As to be expected on a highly caffeinated cross-state journey, there were a few pit stops along the way.
The following video is an impromptu response to one particular facility in which our team, seeking a restroom, instead found themselves catapulted into a noxious den of reverse-hygiene, more fitting of an outer ring of Hades than an U.S. interstate.
Hey everyone I’m back, returned from my glorious second honeymoon, recharged and ready to write. It was a great trip. I won’t say our cabin was hard to find, but after 45 minutes of wandering around lost, on streets that could have passed for roller coaster tracks, we found this:
Hello friends, I’m not here right now but I’ll let the video answering machine explain….
Look what trouble I am starting now:
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