Yoyoyooo the yoyo was getting ready to leave his $1,000 rent apartment in Tokyo to go to his job. He was late; it was already 9:00.....................................pm. But he didn't give a fuck. In fact, he blew it off on purpose. He was going there to quit. And......he was doing it in fashion. Upon heading out in his studded leather jacket and his Louis Vuitton Saint Laurent Rive Gauche Small Grain Leather Satchel Bag, along with his statement piece; leather moccasins, he realized he should've amped it up a bit more and decided to get a haircut to look lit af for dat "gurrrrrl" moment. He went for the old Chinese favorite; queue hair.
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Strutting along town, Yoyoyooo was swinging from side to side as he had vertigo imbalance, while his "yoyo" was also swinging free ;). He breathed in the cool city air. So fresh! So clean! So Oxiclean, Don't just clean it! Oxi-clean it! Feeling another wave of vertigo arriving after breathing the chemicals into his system, he walked towards the building. Three hours later.....Sir Yoyoyooo had made it past the first 7,589 steps. Only 149,258.9999999999999999999999999993 steps more til he would reach the building. He paused to let an old lady with her yoyos out pass. Another hour passed. Finally he made it. He was here. At McDonalds. He purchased a nugget of chicken particles mixed with other undistinguishable materials of a questionable background and head to his office building, only a block away. Humming to himself, he pulled out his AK-7 and shattered the enticing glass to the ground. Even stepping over them, he was encountered with a "pop" in his pants. The new tent that had appeared in his pants asked politely, but unfortunately Yoyoyooo was a piece of matter that had strict Disciplinarian beliefs and rudely interrupted his "corn in the cob" by quickly stuffing it down into the crevices that were his sternum. A secretary working nearby, shot by five bullets and bleeding internally seemed disgruntled. Embarrassed admist the running civilians and the smell of iron-rich-blood, Sir Yoyoyooo tried his best to enter quietly. Thankfully his boss didn't seemed to have noticed, and peeking through the hole in the door, Yoyoyooo saw his boss relaxing in an intense andPassionate love affair with his cup of water. Pouring the viscous liquid (it had been mixed with something else. On the desk near sat a bottle titled "lube") all over himself as to so pleasure his underground "train", his boss was moaning in like to that of the Udzungwa Forest-Partridge, his favorite bird, whilst simultaneously rubbing the cup over his right temple.Relieved Yoyoyooo seemed it safe to come in. "BOY WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, HAVE YA LOST YOUR MIND CAUSE ILL HELP YOU FIND IT-" His boss was in a good mood for once. "..............Fuck yourself you bloody shoe." He tip-toed out, respectful of the white liquid in his path. His boss felt at a loss. "He always had a way with words..." Chukiling to himself (a mixture of chuckling and hacking/coughing) he threw 1,0000000000000000,0000000000 dollars worth of euros out his window to the Yoyoyooo standingBelow. Looking up, Sir Yoyoyooo could see money raining down from the heavens, and a poor Hungarian woman reaching to pick it up. With a kind, warm, inviting smile on his face, Yoyoyooo sucka-punched the old hag and left her lying there in a pool of her own blood. Not wanting to waste a good meal, he scooped some of the blood up for later. It was a good day. Looking up at the place he loved most in the world, he shouted one final goodbye. "I FUCKED YOUR WIFE LAST NIGHT AND SHE CAME HARDER THANSHE COULD EVER REMEMBER. I GABE HER A FUCKING TO REMEMBER YOU FUCKING $&&"/(29@&2(@!:26$111". The end
