I'm never one to believe in ghosts. I'm a scientific man and not one to be easily swayed by superstitions and trick of the mind but I'm very fascinated by séances. You know the whole spewing of ectoplasm from their facial orifices? What's the deal with that? It looks like ghost spunk. Is that what a séance boils down to? Having the dearly departed return and rape you in the face?
These are the kind of things I tell children around a campfire.
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