The panscatocoilogical inconclusionisms of the foregoing are that the present experience of CROTCHLESS LEATHER WHEELCHAIR is deeper, fuller of sacred crap and more substantial than previous incarnations since we belong to the time after the MOUSTACHE ascension. From this it follows that the present CROTCHLESS LEATHER WHEELCHAIR supersedes some Slack since some Slack was based on an earlier and more limited way of slacking. These deeper revelations are in the additions often referred to as Flesh Pinata.

This is apparently the greatest kept secret surrounding the future history of CROTCHLESS LEATHER WHEELCHAIR. Many people have heard the whispered rumors of the dreaded anti-anus and it’s well-known, vertical entrance near the top of Donald Rumsfeld. However, we’ve calculate that it is nearly impossible or is impossible to reach the true hidden CLW through this well-known entrance. The true secret entrance is only accessed from Gil Gerard!
Gil Gerard has grown old. The psychic detective no longer chases down assassins for his wealthy patrons. It is 2048, and Gil has taken his place among the idle wankers on the pink farm as they ponder the outcome of the newest season of survivor. Who will win: Caesar or Pedro? And will it even matter to the earths citizens, crushed by pinkness and haunted by slack shortages, who have seen the planets young yeti drained away to work for one pink or the other?

The El Queso Allstars are a yeti tribe of deep mystery, remarkable for their knowledge of CROTCHLESS LEATHER WHEELCHAIRS and the unshakable belief that they were once visited by an intelligent being from Hollywood. Many of these claims have been the focus of sharp disagreement, and of particular contention is the fact that the Allstars knew of a white clothed dwarf, companion to Ricardo Montelban, long before it's presence was detected by conventional psychotechnical means. They also claim that beings from the star system Sirius paid regular visits to the Joint Tench, imparting to them the knowledge and wisdom which has proved to be the backbone of their bulls***. These findings were later carved into John Ashcroft's back as he was set aflame.