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The End.
I SHOT LIGHTNING
FROM MY ♥♥♥♥.
And fried every hoe in existence.
A fine donation was made to the local drug dealers, hoodlums, and gangbangers in the area.
The End.
This one time, I made a sandwich.
It was good.
the End.
I once knew Merlin, the great wizard that served Alexander the Great. He was my apprentice actually. One day, we saw some real fine medieval peasant hoe. She had supple breasts and made a mighty fine shepherds pie. We were elated to find a wench of such beauty. Here hair was greasy, her face a cavernous lagoon of pores and acne. She was magnificent. We led her to a dragons lair and he burned her to a crisp. That dragon is now the president of the United States.