Brian and life had always maintained a healthy distance from each other but it was his life, so to find himself dead at the hands of the reaper on multiple occasions he felt life owed him an explanation. Even if that turned out to be an explanation in the form of a bony finger poking the back of his head. Unbeknownst to Brian life was about to impart an assault on his life, senses and everything he thought he ever knew, with the reaper at his shoulder who enjoyed a nice cup of tea. At the sandy waters Caravan Park in ...
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Brian and life had always maintained a healthy distance from each other but it was his life, so to find himself dead at the hands of the reaper on multiple occasions he felt life owed him an explanation. Even if that turned out to be an explanation in the form of a bony finger poking the back of his head. Unbeknownst to Brian life was about to impart an assault on his life, senses and everything he thought he ever knew, with the reaper at his shoulder who enjoyed a nice cup of tea. At the sandy waters Caravan Park in Llanfwrog on the west coast of Anglesey, Wales the four horsemen were tolerating a wind swept cliff edge holiday. Camping in a bastard of a caravan that would invent new ways, out of general boredom, to torture its inhabitants whilst being riddled with a crab infestation, the horsemen wondered if it's time to ride again. But first they had to find God who had left the universe with a wisp of smoke that smelled slightly of coriander.
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