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Anon remembers Halloween 1995 (sh.itjust.works)

submitted 4 months ago by Early_To_Risa@sh.itjust.works to c/greentext@sh.itjust.works

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[–] pineapplelover@lemm.ee 2 points 4 months ago (1 children)

Lmk how it goes

[–] Hadriscus@lemm.ee 4 points 4 months ago (1 children)

No trace of an onion. I looked everywhere. I nabbed a pint of Tusker and it seems to have had a positive effect on the cold. Or was it the altitude? We might never know. That is, until I find an onion...

[–] pineapplelover@lemm.ee 3 points 4 months ago (1 children)

And so the hunt for an onion continues

[–] Hadriscus@lemm.ee 4 points 4 months ago

Day 4. If mean onion density at the airport is anything to go by, the country must be experiencing an onion drought like anything we've ever seen. This place seemingly has many layers... but I am yet to slice through the most shallot of them. Somewhere in there, a bulb awaits... I just know it