I got kicked out of the Rosicrucian Museum in San Jose! I used to live down the street from there. My band, A Cruel Hoax, had a song about the Illuminati with a line about the Rosicrucians and we did a photo shoot there. Some Mystical Security Guard fellow was following us about when we had a photo taken of us surrounding a sphinx. I happened to put my shades on the sphinx and place an un-lit cigarette in its mouth. That did it! We was banned from that place!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love finds this Hippo-god somewhat attractive, but she is more interested in the ram in the background. Or so she says.
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I got kicked out of the Rosicrucian Museum in San Jose! I used to live down the street from there. My band, A Cruel Hoax, had a song about the Illuminati with a line about the Rosicrucians and we did a photo shoot there. Some Mystical Security Guard fellow was following us about when we had a photo taken of us surrounding a sphinx. I happened to put my shades on the sphinx and place an un-lit cigarette in its mouth. That did it! We was banned from that place!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love finds this Hippo-god somewhat attractive, but she is more interested in the ram in the background. Or so she says.
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