Peter sat down in confessional. "In my day,"

priest poked Peter in the eye with his finger through the holes in the screen. Peter was livid; here he was, to confess everything, and the priest was reenacting The Three Stooges?

But Peter realized it was something more sinister. All three stooges were Jewish, and this was a catholic priest. Peter burst out of the confession booth and ran all the way to

The great wall of china and began to

destroy everyone who was near him. Sonic apparently comes here but it was that my eyes were trolled. I grabbed my ipad and twitted:

LOL. OU812. Pwned. but she slapped me when I twitted (*)(*). But then a man came out of the bank and handed me a briefcase before he sprinted off

with his fingers in his ears. I looked at the briefcase. People were avoiding me like the plague in November. Shaking the case a bit, I pressed my ear to it. It was ticking.

That is completely normal. After all, I do have seven wrist watches inside my briefcase.

It made it easy to keep track of the time zones. To save on baggage fare, I wear my entire wardrobe for a week in layers. After leaving the plane, I carjack a taxi to save money.

When i reach home I realize that I no longer have a home. So I pass the time hanging around in the mall and then head to the soup kitchen when I feel hungry. That's my life dammit