Somehow, I was in some bubble city at the airport and needed to get to another gate. Michael, whom I was visiting, drove me to another gate in a golf cart. We left the air port, drove up an escalator, and found Shari. She had all these jugs of alcohol and the jugs were made out of stained glass patterns. We need to move them, so I picked one up. Somehow I broke it and went to heal it with my super power of burning hands. The stain glass bursted and turned my hands into a bloody mess. Then I lay on the ground dying.
Also, I found a big pot hole on my dream Madison square that was filled with vomit and feces.
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Time to get nostalgic about a movie I saw eighteen years ago and was about a time seventeen years earlier. My college roommates can verify...
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After the post below and after finding Dave's post, I created my South Park persona after a bike ride. I think it's fitting.
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