Finally, it was my turn. It was my turn

Finally, it was my turn. It was my turn to show the crowd and my country that I made it here for a reason and that reason was to win Gold. I had practiced for years and gave up

prospecting - winning gold is cooler than finding it yourself. We were up 27 in the Olympic Basketball Gold Medal match, and coach finally put me in. I couldn't screw this up if I

'd wanted to, and believe me I tried because I had put all my money on the Spanish Olympic team to win the basketball gold. I ran onto the court and fell. My shoe laces were tied

So that Professor Butts choked on a prune pit and discovered a blueprint for an automatic typewriter eraser. The hat rack fell over and placed a fedora on his head. This was the

rmo scientific. The hat rack was somehow igniting the rare minerals inside of it, causing the fedoras to levitate, like some sort of hot air balloons. Prof.Butts' scientific

methods couldn't stop the fedoras from levitating their way out of the Club & off to who knows where. That is when the sorcerer cleared all of Prof. Butts' apparatus off the table.

"Let's put this all behind us!" cooed the sorcerer as he sat Prof. Butts down hard on the table. "This discussion is beneath me!" roared Butts. And then a very strange sound was

Erupting from a exit hole of a pymean taxi driver, never before was such a smelly sound so beautiful in tone , everyone was magically forced to dance.the footage was captured and

uploaded to the metaverse. The next generation VR headsets came with the HaroldAndMaude 2.0 Odorific Generator. Millions of humans worshiped the Lord Of The Dance, inhaling deeply.