What interesting and intellectually-stimulating things could happen at the cafe today? Perhaps I will have a chance to use my Kung Fu skills to impress ladies.
Suddenly the sound of wanker fills the air...
Oh shit on me...
Well Adamalski, how's it hanging? I'm hung like a donkey by the way. Did I mention I was born in American and I work out all the time? AND...I need a cigarette...
The natural order of wankerisms.
Did you know that when Chaucer died his greatest work, the Canterbury Tales, was unfinished; had he completed it it would have been by far the longest poem in the English language.
I once had a fight with like, 3 guys who were ninjas. And their biceps were like beer barrells...beer barrels who worked out. Like me.
Hey 50 Cent, it's your agent, Dan. How's that new record coming along?
Well Daniel, to be quite honest with you I find it scintillatingly boring. It has no zest, no life. No musical prowess, not even any meaningful lyrics. In fact, it grates my soul like no other pain.
Imagine...the scariness of beano's hair, an enormous beastly body covered in scrapes and scars, the terrifyingly unpredictable mind of the Fuhrer...and the breath of a dying Alsastion.
If only I could create such a beast, surely the entire world would be at my command!