Righting wrongs rightly in your relationship with the Snake God, Set.
Quickly, devotees of the slithering serpent that is Our Supervisor in the Underworld, take out some cash money and set it aflame. Crumple it into a ball, set it alight with your lighter, then bounce it into your neighbour's cubicle. Burn your money! Let there be fire around you! If you cannot have it, then give it to The Great Snake. He will smile upon you and eat your enemies while you watch. Be happy as your enemies suffer! Muaahhahahha.
Burning money pleases Set. O, lucky people, for this one time only, come to the secret rituals of the cult of The Confounded Adepts of Set the Accountant of Doom. They meet on the weekend of February 17. You may join in their debauched Crowley-ite drug and sex sloshing rites of darkness. Attend six of the rituals of your choice, and stay at luxury accomodations, that includes hot tub, bar fridge, and complementary pagan breakfast. Mmmmm.
Burning money is fun. Let others be thrown into the serpent filled Great Swamp of Bradford. You can laugh as they slosh and slurg in the warm stinking mud, fleeing from the snippy reptiles, the beloved children of Set, the God of Crocodile Infested Swamps. Here the victims scream and shout before they become tired, and then food, food for the young crocodiles of the steaming mid-day mud. Make money, make more money more often betting on the entertainment of slashing claws versus soft human flesh! Let them suffer for your profit and amusement! Ah-hah-hah!
Have fun while you enjoy Fenris Badwulf tours. Being Irresponsible can be Fun Again when you book your travel plans with the ruthless and efficient telephone sales agents at Fenris Badwulf Tours. This is a one time only opportunity. You must hurry to your phone or computer and give Fenris your Money. You will enjoy forbidden foods, satisfy your every taste in fleshy pleasures and intellectual self-indulgence. Let nothing but your empty credit cards stand between you and your next barely legal festival time in Toronto, the City of Cthulhu. Mmmmm.
Run, hurry down the stairs to your wallet or hidden safe, take out your
money, your diamonds and jewels, the photographs of your daughter,and bring them to the pllace that is sacred to the flickering fork-tongued reptile of Love of Money, Your Money. Come to Set, Come and be
Harvested!
Burning money pleases Set. O, lucky people, for this one time only, come to the secret rituals of the cult of The Confounded Adepts of Set the Accountant of Doom. They meet on the weekend of February 17. You may join in their debauched Crowley-ite drug and sex sloshing rites of darkness. Attend six of the rituals of your choice, and stay at luxury accomodations, that includes hot tub, bar fridge, and complementary pagan breakfast. Mmmmm.
Burning money is fun. Let others be thrown into the serpent filled Great Swamp of Bradford. You can laugh as they slosh and slurg in the warm stinking mud, fleeing from the snippy reptiles, the beloved children of Set, the God of Crocodile Infested Swamps. Here the victims scream and shout before they become tired, and then food, food for the young crocodiles of the steaming mid-day mud. Make money, make more money more often betting on the entertainment of slashing claws versus soft human flesh! Let them suffer for your profit and amusement! Ah-hah-hah!
Have fun while you enjoy Fenris Badwulf tours. Being Irresponsible can be Fun Again when you book your travel plans with the ruthless and efficient telephone sales agents at Fenris Badwulf Tours. This is a one time only opportunity. You must hurry to your phone or computer and give Fenris your Money. You will enjoy forbidden foods, satisfy your every taste in fleshy pleasures and intellectual self-indulgence. Let nothing but your empty credit cards stand between you and your next barely legal festival time in Toronto, the City of Cthulhu. Mmmmm.
With Fenris Badwulf Tours, you always get fresh tarts and good coffee.From a satisfied customer:
It was the best time of my life. I came into my room: it looked
over a heated indoor olympic swimming pool filled with people having sex. Waiters with free drinks, platters of wings, and sex toys moved among the embracing devotees of Lust. I had a quick shower, doused myself with male pheremones, and only made my way half down the stairs before a nymph grabbed me and forced her tongue into my mouth. That was in the first half hour of my three day weekend.The nymph was a Tennesee-eighteen year old clone of Britney Spears. Aaaargh.
Thank you, Fenris Badwulf!SIGNED, Borax van der Scheer
Run, hurry down the stairs to your wallet or hidden safe, take out your
money, your diamonds and jewels, the photographs of your daughter,and bring them to the pllace that is sacred to the flickering fork-tongued reptile of Love of Money, Your Money. Come to Set, Come and be
Harvested!
I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.
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