Dear God...

There are no lucid words to describe the insanity of the link below. Instead I will post a passage written by Samuel Foote in the mid 1700's to test the memory of a boastful actor, Charles Macklin:

So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. “What! No soap?” So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Joblillies, and the Garyulies, and the grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top, and they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots.

There are no pictures to worry your boss or mother, no overtly offensive speech though the whole exercise is very, very disturbing. Move over Time Cube. How-to guide for delphinic zoophiles, you have been defeated.

This way lies madness.

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