Just, I sold fingers.  My own fingers.  I’d cut them off, package them up, and sale them and then they’d grow back.  It was an endless cycle of finger cutting/regrowth.

I had an entire store front filled with my own fingers.  I’m not sure if it was a bakery or like a cell phone store kind of thing but it was an entire storefront/business.

You ever been read for filth by your own ass hair?

I have. It was not pleasant.

I ended the service by going,

There were shark attractions, shark themed foods, and even shark petting.

Main attraction was, for some reason, a megalodon.

He clapped me on the shoulder, went, “ah my good bitch” and then disappeared.

There were rose petals.

Like, I’m not saying Freddie Mercury WAS a siren, but have you ever heard anyone NOT sing along to Bohemian Rhapsody?