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Re: 33rd degree magic
My dad was a 33rd degree Freemason. He was also a long haul truck driver. He was super racist and into cb radio. What do you think that makes us.
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Re: 33rd degree magic
Post racist stuff your dad would say.
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Re: 33rd degree magic
My old man used to say shit like....
'You better be good or ill send you off to go live with the niggers'
Good ol fred.
No wonder i'm a recovering alcoholic.
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I hope you reminded him that Washington is the whitest state in the country.
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The two hounds rose howling from the porch with boars hackles and walled eyes and descended into the outer dark. The old man took up his shotgun and peered out through the warped glass of his small window. Three men mounted the steps and one tapped at the door. And who is there? A minister. Pale lamplight falling down the door, the smiling face, black beard, the tautly deawn and dusty suit of black. Light went in a lung bright wink upon the knife blade as it sank with a faint breath of gas into his belly. He felt suddenly very cold. The dogs had gone and there was no sound in the night anywhere. Minister? He said. Minister? His assasin smiled upon him with bright teeth, the faces of the other two peering from either shoulder in consubstantial monstrosity, a grim triune that watched wordless, affable. He looked down at the mans fist cupped against his stomach. The fist rose in an eruption of severed viscera until the blade seized in the junction of his breastbone and he stood disemboweled. He reached to put one hand on the doorjamb. He took a step backwards as if to let them pass.