One morning, as I waltzed accross the street,

One morning, as I waltzed accross the street, I noticed two strange men loitering by a broken lamp. I strode over to see what all the commotion was about, and...
as soon as they saw me they said "stop dancin' fool!" I stopped and thought, "i know that voice," so i looked to see who said that and i noticed it was my best friend, Mr. T.
and Mr. T said, "fiction is not something you learn by listening to some wise ass who has never produced a decent novel and gathering one night a week. Fool!"
For which Buddha replied, "Thou are correct, for what is fiction if not a vehicle for human reality, and fruit of the teachings of Life itself?" Mr. T stood in awe, as the fools
pitied him. Mister T decided to follow the Buddha and take the middle path. He gave away his gold chains, grew out his mohawk. and asked people to call him Mr. Theodore. The A-Team
was kinda creeped out how Mr.T - AHEM Mister Theodore - kept apologizing to them in some weird 12stepping Buddhist amalgam. The t-shirt sales were thru the roof, however, and Ateam
was in no mood to fix it. Mr. Theodore's Buddhism couldn't fix the hole the t-shirts had made in the roof, & kept saying "Gat in me dak!" over & over again. The giant hollow duck
apparently doubled as a traveler's rest house. It dawned on me that Buddhist Theodore wanted me to go inside. After meditating for 5 hours (aka napping), I awoke to find Theodore
was just sitting there on YouTube, drinking Red Bull, and picking his nose vigorously. "I thought you wanted me here!" I was annoyed. "I do. I want you in my new YouTube video!" I
couldn't handle their views. None of this made Adsense. "Upload yourself," I shouted, and ran out, into the darkness. At this point, I much prefer the unknown.

Started: 2011-08-11 13:45:37
Finished: 2015-10-07 15:14:22

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