By the secular order of the holy genus of ConfusionCore, we have now been ordained as MiscreANT hill. More formally recognized as Camp-Camp MiscreANT hill, we are simple, humble folk. Our most supremest of supreme taco deities is the wise and effervescent Chow Katau. Each day at cheese o'clock we bow down to the Chow and pay homage through virgin sacrifice. That woman must prove herself to be chaste and unsalted before receiving the cheese of the Chow. It is truly a great honor. The Chow Katau rarely makes earthly appearances, most often times during the Full Moon. Legend has it that years and years ago, He came down from space and fertilized a golden chicken's nugget with his seed. Yes - it was a Emaculate Hatching. A silver egg was hatched (although some sects belive it was a silver sphere)...and on March 8 in the year of our Chow, a jellyfish emerged from the waters. Blue and pink was the Jellyfish - and it was good. Exactly one week later the jellyfish reemerged from the heavens in the form of hail. They tried to crucify him...but crucifixion is futile if not impossible. The second a jellyfish is stuck to a cross, he loses all jellyfish characteristics and becomes of mortal, human form again. The jellyfish will forever be free to swim the seas of lobster pots tall and wide. although not easy, that is the purest way to derive a jellyfish. It all starts with a lobster pot. It is said that when someone dreams of crunchy peanut butter, it is a portent of His cumming. Such dreams are rare indeed, but for the truly righteous at heart, do exist....and the saga continues....Now let us bow, and bestow a Moment of Silence upon the Spirits of all that have, and will be sacrificed to that great Lobster pot of the Sea. May we rejoice in the knowing that Chow Katau has Shaken Bacon in tune with our fates....And so...once cheese o'clock is complete...we all take the sacred sacrament...an everlasting flopfish...with eyes wide shut - we do not choose the jelly -- the jelly chooses us. Only one in 8 will be worthy enough to taste his flesh...and that one will then get to drink from the holy elixer of backpacked box wine. We base the calendar on this system...and once the backpack of wine is exhausted of its drink --- a male is chosen -- to shine his member's only member upon the glory of the Chow --- a dick in a WineBox. And if the dick is bigger than his wrist is wide, the Chow will unleash his fury upon the world with a plague of flying penguins. May his Dick never be wider than his wrist. Amen

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