The story started off kinda funny, maybe it look stupid later on in. But it's ok. Whatever.
Also 2 of the funniest things that really happened to me are below:
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#1
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(talking on a forum)
No it saves time for us to all work on what I say (+why to of course). Can you help? Well you can, but you must say yes, NOT no...since you know this is needed and will help us get to the proved wanted immortality.
The future, will have a eternal perfect utopia in space, that will address everybody+make sure all know+always, with the Universal-Everything+Search-Tree & Instant-2Way-Report/Ask-Center.
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Hahahaha lol!!!! Look what was in that big link you gave me! I found it after writing the above^:
just some of the ingredients that made Utopia, written by Dennis Kelly, one of the best, most original dramas of the year. A group of internet forum posters with an interest in graphic novels are thrown together when one of them gets hold of the mysterious Utopia manuscript. It's thought to be the work of a mad scientist, alludes to the mysterious Network and Mr Rabbit, and it may contain an incredible but elusive secret about "something big". Whatever its significance, it seems a lot of people want it and they will kill for it.
AHH HA HA HA Ha hahahahahahaha!!!!
Do you know what's in the Everything? Just for ex. I have 3 available ways how to become immortal and 1 best way how to leave Earth eccttt. More power than all the government.
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#2...lol
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Pass me my cigar.
Look Tony, I know you want women, I know you want food, and I know you want some money. I know you need love, I know you need a house, and I know you need some liberty. I know you want your children back.
But you gotta cut me a deal.
If you want the cheese by tonight, then you better get on your knees and pray, because the crimes you have committed are too many, you blew it, you need a new identity, and if you want to be respected around here anymore, then you better cough up the dough, Tony.
You got to the count of 4 to get the hell outta my office. One, two, three, four. BangBangBangBangBangBangBang.
Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal.
