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I think I've effectively undone all of my SAT studying by reading that message and typing this one while giving it my complete attention. I've scraped shit off the bottom of my shoe that's been better than this fat fuck at grammar. In fact, let me tell you about a time this reminded me of, before I kindly ask the incredibly generous Tele to do with this thread as he pleases (ewww, not secksually, sick fuckers).
A hungarian with a hunting cap like the one from "Catcher in the rye" eagerly rushed Teen. It was 2004, spring break, and Teen was in Europe on what might be considered a musical tour with the band and orchestra. Teen had spent all night in a train en route to hungary, having recently left Prague in the Czech repulic. Now, sleepy-eyed and irritable, Teen was in a shopping district in Budda, one of the halves of "Budda-'pesht'" as they say it. (Yes, one might simply say that Teen was in Buddapest to simplify things, but one could also simplify things and say Teen was on Earth. Simply because one is at a place doesn't always mean they are in a single place in specific. One doesn't have to be in Sweden if you're on Earth, though I would find many reasons (rhymes with 'Kelemalsion') to be there, but you are on earth if you're in sweden.)
Teen stared at the man, who was clearly shorter, but older, than he and his friend Bobby. "Hallo! Hallo! Don't worrry! I am not being a terrorist! My Eenglais is not zo gud. Hokai, so...I am kollecting donations for hungry Hungarians, yes? I believe dat is a pun in your Eenglish, no? Ehehehe!" the man sputtered, speaking in a thick accent. Teen and Bobby simply stood there in awe. Teen was
positive the man was trying to use English to say something, but what?
Just then, Bobby yelled slowly "HELLO! WE ARE FROM A-MER-I-CA! WE DON'T SPEAK YOUR CRAZY JARGEN!"
Teen almost cried. Bobby always
was the best orator La Canada could offer....
The man stared at the two boys for a moment. Then, while grabbing his messenger's bag, he said to them "Hooookai....Don't worry! I getting of my clipboard am now doing. It is not a bomb," he added, laughing weakly.
"HOLY FUCK, HE'S GETTING A BOMB!" Bobby suddenly yelled. "Oh, wait, false alarm, just a clipboard"
Teen silently wiped a single tear from his eye. They should have sent a poet to describe that speech.
Teen finally understood the man...at least he thought he did. The man either wanted donations for a charity ...ooooor, he wanted a kick in the nuts. Always prepared, Teen handed the man about 5 dollars worth of hungarian coins. The man handed them some "magic stickers" with an acid-trip (he said it was a smiling sun with rosey cheeks and blue eyes) and the phrase "Gooranga, be happy" on it. It seemed the man wanted them to repeat that particular devil-tongue phrase to him, so Teen kicked him in the nuts and took the bag of stuff. 24 hours later, teen and Bobby were in their trendy new all-sticker outfits.
The end.
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