Mama Shaq

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Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Where the seal swim among the trees and smooth brick buildings stand, cast from the iron of the seas, there is a rose of infinite beauty posted atop a lamp pole. Its black hues and bright darkness light the sky when the moon has pulled too hard and torn itself apart. Whether the pieces went in peace, nobody knows but this black rose and its bespectacled creator, for deep beneath the ocean floor lies the source of its dark power: the moondust bubbles, hisses, and boils while the white-coated man, watches the dials and gauges for signs of good or evil. Making light out of darkness is not to be taken lightly, so heavily he takes it and darkly he waits on it.
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
The only three of them to step on the spikes of the horizon's adhesive were the ones with black sneakers. This, of course, was unacceptable. The only way to stop the reaction between them was to increase the overall energy to upwards of 450 GeV; the machine simply could not handle that much energy. If they had instead tried to open up the three and check their hydraulics, they would have found that the energy field was already full and only needed a kick start.
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
So I'm looking for a class in Rosenwald Hall--- actually, I was looking for Swift Hall-- and, I thought i'd found it. no sign-- no main entrance.
So I walk around the building and find what I perceive to be an acutal door with and actual doorknob. So I opened it.
Inside was a room at least 150x50-- maybe half a football field- maybe more- black concrete- 20ft ceiling.
Two guys in white overcoats. A cow. Upside-down with hooves pointing into the air. On some type of cart.
A chainsaw.
They were as embarrased to see me as I was to see them.
Everybody stared at everybody else for about 6 sec. (except the cow, who was not facing me.) And I shut the door.
"Not econ."
I wasn't more than 10ft away from the door when I heard it lock.
I don't know what the hell they were doing, but they seemed to need privacy.
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact
Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's your mom, that's a fact

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