I was on my way to Lou's Fuckin' Tannin' Joint to hamper some celebrity egos while the tanning bet's countdown timer held them unable to scamper askinter from my derranged cheesery, when I spotted a quarter on the ground. Hello Quarter! You are shiny. I will put you into this nearby parking meter. OK. Now I will stand in space and pretend I am car.
STOP HONKING AT ME!! I paid for this space. Yes I did. With my quarter. Unless it was your quarter? It was? You lie. You treacherous knave. Hell wouldn't let you past the velvet bellweather. I don't care if you're in congress
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