Am I the only one who cares about wrecking

Am I the only one who cares about wrecking ball accuracy anymore? Sheesh, Dale, when I say that I want the Blockbuster destroyed, I don't mean the corner deli. Give it another go.
And just like that, the bookstore got demo'd. "Dammit Dale! First the deli, now the bookstore. Gimme that thing." Wally took control of the wrecking ball & scowled at the Blockbust
er buster, 'cause now Dale was busted! "You're never gonna earn your Wrecking Ball Certificate that way,you idiot!" But then Wally's hand slipped and WHAM! Right into Dale's crotch
smelled of a pine forest. People would come from miles around and just sniff it. Like deep, eyes rolling in your head whiffs. Dale was called "Pine Bloke" and from that day
until the day that followed he was admired by everyone in the county. But on that fateful afternoon, while receiving a Medal of Odour from the mayor, a lightning bolt from a sudden
thunderstorm struck and hit him in the heart. He and his Medal of Odour were now flashy -- from the cameras or the lightning, they all did not know.
Unfortunately he had a metal heart, so the lightning struck him extra hard. His manly odor gained a burnt, stale note. All of the production team members dashed from his presence.
The performance scheduled to start at 7:30 had to be postponed for reasons that the audience was not allowed to know. At least not until the negotations were completed. Striking
ly, the lights in the hall stayed out. The audience grew impatient. The negotiations behind the curtain grew louder and some
audience members weighed in,few at first,but not long and everyone was embroiled in the discussion.People grew violent.They were the first victims of the ensuing world war.

Started: 2012-11-16 11:23:57
Finished: 2016-05-09 05:09:47

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