We went to the Renaissance Festival( which was a blast) and Matt and I were among the lucky victims for a demonstation of group thought control, hmmmmm. Maybe I am too controling of a personality but it didn't seem to do a damn thing to me, except make my ass numb. I was a little dissapointed, call me a hopeful sceptic. Anyway one of the women in the crowd managed to forget the number eight when prompted, but who knows if she was just playing along or if she indeed had had her mind tinkered with.
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