I once grew a minature donkey on my left hand. It was a great talking point at dinner parties. And I once wrote War and Peace backwards in my sleep. Unfortunately it was all in crayon. I am not cool. You may think that I am, but it is all a beautiful lie fabricated by clowns and gypsies. I can converse with farm animals using only the intricacies of mind control. You may be inspired by the fact that this also includes chickens who as we all know are notoriously hard. I have never dealt crack. Not even to school children. That's quite an achievement in this day and age. If I could, I would be reborn as Gary Coleman. I think he would make an excellent toilet attendant as he is the perfect size to fit under the door if you run out of toilet paper. Fun times WOULD be had.
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