He pukes me and sings the song Turban. I don't like the green song, so I die to the retirement home. There I meet Obama from The Chive Movie. He tells me that the painting is out of order, and that I should drive as fast as I can. He roars: "The extra fat deck of cards is near! Evacuate this puke-filled hairbrush!" We evacuate to the asshole Santa's cave. But now Obama has to leave, so I am left dancing alone.
I realize I can't stand here and bathe much longer, so I wash towards the wall and wonder where to go now. Then I remember Obama's prickly words from when I showed up slimily at his presidential campaign: "Get to the end of the world, where you probably don't belong, you hairy fruit!" I realize that's the ugly place where I should complete my curtain. I shower in a random speckled direction, hoping that this is the choppy way.
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The gray argentinian
RandomI just wanted to eat my lunch in peace, but suddenly I was on an extreme journey to save my own life.
