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[text: Reed]: You’ll never guess who’s been asked to be a guest speaker for a business symposium being held at the University of Cambridge on Friday. [text: Reed]: I’ll give you a hint. [text: Reed]: Tall. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Exquisite taste in fashion. Charming english accent...[text: Reed]: Ring any bells?

FUCKIN !!!!! EXACTLY !!!!! WYD !!!!

for three years (seasonally) i worked for a theme park in southern california called knott’s berry farm. during october for the halloween season they are most well known for being knott’s scary farm, also known as knott’s halloween haunt where mazes are set up and talent is hired to portray all sorts of scary monsters and creatures. during those three years, i had the pleasure of being a very creepy porcelain doll. i’ve gotten punched in the face, kicked in the face, boobs grabbed, thrown over someone’s shoulder and yelled at by people for doing my job well. ron jeremy hit on me and both eli roth and marilyn manson thought i was the shit and begged to take a bunch of pictures with me. oh and i almost made bridget marquardt piss herself. all in all it was a wonderful experience and my spine will never be quite the same after doing constant backbends for eight hours a night throughout the month of october. it was the prime era of when i began to truly loath the human race because people are unoriginal assholes. but hey, it was fun - bruised knees, swollen limbs and a couple scars were all totally worth it in the end. plus scaring the shit out of celebrities can be very riveting. 

yup, 1994.

❝ i’m afraid there’s nothing conventional about it. ❞