[Hammock Parties]

I sat down and released everything in the universe. I was Shiva: creator, destroyer, preserver of worlds. Or possibly I was Shiva's less successful brother Shitva: crapper, defiler, and pooper of worlds. I passed the entire energy of the cosmos through my cornhole, which left it a bit sore and chafed. In the end, I had nothing left in the end. I had factory showroom intestines, buffed to a high-gloss finish. My bum was so empty you could eat off it, which would be deliciously ironic.