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Sunday, November 26, 2006

t'other day

The other day i met a man with a huge head, but then the guy told me to stop looking at him through binoculours. Then the man started discussing the theory of the silent belche, he went into detail explaning that if you belch but you have your mouth closed, is it a real belch? I then tried to test out his theory but when i attempted to belch i was sick on his shoes, But he didn't mind as he said his dog would lick his shoes and enjoy the vomit for supper.

I laughed and then shook his hand, then his arm fell off. The man told me it was a fake arm as it is impossible for humans to grow metal hooks. I was dissapointed after hearing this as i was looking forward to the day i grew my very own hook. The man said he lost his real arm in amsterdam. He was in a cafe smoking a blunt when he foolishly offered his right arm a toke even though he knew it wouldn't be able to handle it. The right arm got so high it cut itself from his body and went to a brothel. The man said he was now very happy that he didn't offer a toke to his penis. The hand is now hiding in vietnam after allegations of child rape in the media.

I told him that he has led a very interesting life, the man smiled at this compliment and shook my hand. Then my arm fell off. He asked me about why i had a fake arm, and i replied 'cos i'm looking in a mirror'. A magical frog then hopped in front of me, and said 'how are you doing' i told it that i was ok. i kissed the frog and it turned into a beautiful princess, but i am very much attracted to frogs so i wasn't interested in the princess at all.

I then walked to a bus stop and caught the bus in my hand, as a friend of mine had thrown it to me from across the way. I got bored of what i was doing so i flew to the moon and went to bed. That night i had a crazy dream that i had a 9-5 job and lived in a house with my parents, and i couldn't fly and talking frogs aren't real. Thank God that's not the case

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