one time i had a dream that as part of the old homies' week rituals we had to recite the story of macnagcapall's pony.
my favorite part of the story is when the men gather round to eat and hold a feast to plot their revenge. they take the shutters off the house and use them as tables. it reminds them of how macnagcapall had to jump out of the window, all those years ago, because his house was on fire.
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