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question from big shirtless col
My Butler told me the other day that 90% of dust in a house is dead skin cells that I j=have sloughed of in the night. If this is true then why when I gathered all this detritus together did it not resemble me in the slightest? Is my Butler lying to me (again) or has someone else been in my flat? Also I went to my mates flat and he had loads of dust but Ive never slept there. Has he been stealing my dust for nefarious voodoo practices? please help, Im at my wits end.
Everyone loves dust, but only one person in a generation has the gift that allows them the title of Almighty Dust Giver. This, my young sir, is you.
While you must be shocked at the weight of the responsibility that this places on your naked shoulders, it is for you and you alone to bear.
Now go! Go and spread your dust across the land; bring joy to the masses!