My name is Olivia. I am 22 –year-old. I
- My name is Olivia. I am 22 –year-old. I and my family have our own small farm in countryside of Islam. For me I didn’t have a good skills of learning.
- But then, I found Hooked On Phonics. But more importantly, I was guided by a handsome, caring teacher named Agent 450(?). He helped me build confidence in myself, and soon I was
- proficient in the language of love. With the flash cards, grammar charts and the touching instruction of Agent 450, I was able to speak fluently from the heart.
- I decided I was ready to infiltrate the enemy stronghold. I stood outside Madame Dolce's Love Acadamy. When a clerk came to greet me, I almost froze, but heard Agent 450's voice in
- the bushes. "Go on! Smite him!" So I smote the clerk and dashed inside the Love Academy, not knowing what to expect. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I was shocked by what I saw:
- it was the same clerk I thought I had just killed, bleeding and smiling and opening his arms to embrace me. "I love and forgive you, brother," he said. The Love Academy was weirder
- It was crazy. I honestly had no clue what was happening.
- I took a deep breath and addressed the audience "Don't worry everyone, this is going exactly according to plan. We have the situation under control."
- I had calmed the audience a bit, and some of them took their seats. But then a tremendous fart rang out, and the panic resumed. People bolted for the exits to escape the stink, and
- the poor fool who let it rip was trampled to death. A team of people in hazmat suits rushed in, only to find it was merely kinda stinky, but the damage was already done.
- Started
- 2015-11-06 12:53:13
- Finished
- 2020-05-16 10:06:54
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Woab May 20 2020 @ 16:22
Love stinks.