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*Läs och droppa kommentar på min engelskredovisning* My childhood was pretty normal. I had a mom and a dad, 2 brothers and a bunny named Mr. Headshot Fluffball. On saturdays my dad would take me and my brothers dynamite fishing... or, he used to. Until the police found out he cheated on a math test 11 years ago and arrested him for educational fraud. After that we mostly just sat around in our family watch tower, scouring for midgets and recently fired post office workers. We mostly just cought racoons and squirrels though. My mom used to make the most wonderful soups, and she was famous for her liver coup cakes. Now the thing is that, one day, about two years ago me and my brothers, Ben and Jerry, went to visit our mom. Not our dad though, 'cus he now lives in Canada, raising sleigh dogs and elk. He was positively absolutely kind of pretty sure ti was little green men in the rain, and wanted to move where it was cold and cosy, and he also really likes Monopoly money. Anyway, my mom made us her newest culinary invention, a combination of pepper spray and non-alcoholic fruit. She calls it 'The Kidney Failure'. After the meal me, Ben and Jerry went up the watch tower, trying and making smoke signals for our dad, telling him to watch out for gremlins and evil hockey players. A few minutes into the making of fire, my brothers found themselves in a really un-appropriate and highly un-expected need to pee, so they ran away. Leaving me all alone, with nothing but a wet box of matches to defend myself. Thats when the aliens came to town, And that, honored ladies and gentlemen of the school court, is why we are here today. You see, the aliens took me into their space ship, witch had the not at all expected shape of a really big saucer. In it, they stuck really cold, really shiny, kind of sharp objects in my feet after rubbing them with really un-comfortably creamy oil. It was after this I got my MPD diagnosis... And now you may wonder what any of this has to do with the fact that I stole a truck loaded with strong beer from the Lastbilscentral here. But you see, it was just recently I... or should I say, my special friend inside my head Berta, came up with a really smart way of communicating with the aliens. The only way to really get it done is basically to get piss drunk. And so yes, Berta and I stole the beer and the truck, though of course we wore seat-belts. Buy I think, by now, you must see as clearly as I do why it was perfectly logical for me to do what she did. And therefore I hope, with all your now gathered experience with grading essays and history exams, you wont tell my grandmother about all this.
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mimeo
Sat 8 Mar 2008 12:31
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! DU ÄR FAN I MIG HELT JÄVLA GALEN!! >.< XD Hur fan kunde du komma på nått sånt här, och hur i helvete lyckades du koppla ihop det med att sno en jävla öltruck???XDXD Du är bäst.! \m/
FOD
Sat 8 Mar 2008 12:32
hahaahahha!!! the voices made me do it! it's the voices..... the voices >.< ¨
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