You. Me.
Gas station.
What are we getting for dinner? Sushi of course.
Uh oh! There was a roofie in our gas station sushi. We black out and wake up in a sewer surrounded by fish.
Horny fish. You know what that means. FISH.
The stench draws in a bear. What do we do? We're gonna fight it. Bear fight. Bare handed. Bare, naked?
Oh, yes please.
We befriend the bear after we beat it in a brawl and ride it into a Chuck E. Cheese.
Dance Dance Revolution.
Revolution?
Overthrow the government?
Uh, I think so.
Next thing you know, I'm reincarnated as Jesus Christ.
Then I turn into a jet, fly into the sun, black out again, wake up, do a bump, white out,
(which I didn't even know you could do.)
Then I smoked a joint, greened out.
Then I turn into the sun.
Uh oh! Looks like the meth is kicking in. aklfhaofhasfrhfakhfjhfhifjvnjvn
"Dunno what you're going on about, friend, but you're so right for that one."
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