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I Will Never Make Sense

Hi. What is this doing in R&P anyways? I don't know. You don't know. Nobody knows. Maybe the dude next to me knows. But you don't know the dude next to me. how do you know there's a dude next to me? maybe there's a woman. Maybe there's an alien. Or a muffin. Wait. Do you like muffins? Have you ever felt the need and sudden urge out of nowhere to run from your house to Dunkin Donuts, on a trycicle, to get a donut? Wait. But that made no sense. What's wrong with my sentence? You tell me.
Fine. I'll tell you.
The problem is that you can't simply RUN on a trycicle, that you must BIKE on a tricycle. Besides, what happened to your mission, fool? You were going to get muffins, and returned with a bag of donuts. You fail. You should be ashamed of yourself. Why? Just, why, why, why, would you ever go for muffins and come back with donuts? It's because you wanted to clog your arteries, right? It's so you could go eat KFC and Mc Donalds and donuts and become fat and then troll on Y!A being forren person #123456789345678 or yet another metal kween milly syrup. That's why. So you know what? Go run a mile. Eat some fruit. Get me a muffin. not a donut.
I rest my case. Have a nice day.
But no, I cannot simply rest my case. Not without questioning yet another question. Why are you here? What, out of all insanity, had brought you to ask a question so random as typing up a random paragraph entirely unrelated to rock or pop, in the rock and pop section. Oh, I understand it now. I finally see everything. An evil alien swarmed your household and manipulated your brain. And made you want a muffin. So you frantically biked, hypnotized, on your trycicle. However there was a thought proccess of 120 steps, which I just can't break down at the moment, which brought your alien-manipulated mind to switch from thinking about yahoo answers, to muffins, to trycicles, to donuts. However, let me begin by saying, it's because of thought proccess #36.25: the invisible brainwaves sent from your pet goldfish. That's right. I said it. Your goldfish did it. He's much stronger than you had presumed him to be. He's clever, and has the wits to dominate your house. In fact, he plotted the entire alien attack on your house. What should you do now? Well, you're sitting there, eating your donut on a trycicle, staring at your goldfish, eh? Go, throw it out. Now. Let it dominate the sewers instead. The tank is not fit for such an evil plotting goldfish. It has to dissapear.
I hope things make better sense to you now.

credits to lonermuke bc i dont even know wtf goes on in her head sometimes