I wake up one more time and I'm in a nice bro cave. I see him. James Franco/Jesus Christ. The father of all interviewers. I try to step out of my bed and it is trapped with Doritos. I reach down to grab one to eat. It was delicious. Then an alarm clock went off and James woke up.
"Good morning, Xx_CoDmAn_xX."
He knew my name! James Franco knew my name. I couldn't wait to kill a president/dictator/massive douche bag. Then we got up and went to breakfast. It consisted of Dorito flavored pancakes. They tasted like shit. I spit mine out at was whacked with a moldy pickle for my disrespect. Once we were done, we went to training. James had to practice shaking Kim's hand. He succeeded all 420 times. Then we were off to CODVILLE420BLAZING.
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HumorA boy trying to fit in amongst his family of green giraffes. He learns one day, skin color doesn't matter, even if you are a giraffe....
