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| 7:45AM- Everyone know what time it is?!?! It's bus time! I head out to the bus and see my friendly neighborhood bus-driver. I spot a formation of little black figures migrating south in the sky. Next to the men was an angry cloud. And boy was it angry. It looked down to see one (1) Joe Smith; and proceeded to strike him with lightning. Oh well, better get on the bus or I'll miss school. | |||||||||
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| Ah, I'm at school. On the way to school I see my good fellow George W. Bush. He waves at me, but a booger that had been on his finger flies off of his finger. I am pinned to the tree, and suffer a crushing death. Meanwhile a little black figure craps on my head, and the Teletubby sun laughs at me. Oh well, there could be worse ways to die. A Catholic priest could be present and see me helpless on the tree. *Shudder.* | |||||||||
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