This shit went down back in nineteennintythree. I was just minding my own busines when these old dogs ran over me. ¨FUCK THIS¨ i said and got up. Dogs owner came to me and said:
¨i´m John ¨the john¨ Johnson.¨ Okey. i said and kicked he in the face. Then i flew away with my flying machine that was red and bit rusty. I flew all the way to France,where i bought youghurth that tasted like some very bad flavor. Then i lost it. I went on a bizarre rampage of flipping out. It lasted allmost too long. But then i got back. Thats just how it must go, i thought to myself
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