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OKAY! Alright. Here we go. Lets see...ummm...well...uhhh...yeah. Let me start at the beginning. There were two guys. One was tall and one was short. One had two brothers and one had none. They were singing a song and traveled throughout the land. I didn't catch their names, but one started with a Q. If you asked what they looked like I would probably just say, "One was tall and one was short." You see, it was dark, and there was a lot of commotion. All I know is that they wanted to see me. But that never happened. Something distracted me. It was either the German Shepherd eating a can of tuna or the man balancing a sword on one finger. I can't really remember. The next thing I knew I was running down the street shouting, "FINANCE! FINANCE! Someone stole my finance!" I know, I know. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "Jesse, do you perhaps mean Fiancee?" But, no. I don't. Someone stole my finance. It wouldn't have been a big deal if I had talked to the two guys. But no one is gonna be talking to them ever again. That is, not since I killed them. UNINTENTIONALLY! My goodness. Don't be so quick to judge. IT'S NOT MY FAULT. You try flying a helicopter sometime. It's A LOT harder than it looks. They kept yelling at me saying, "UP! UP!" And I was just, "I know! HOW?!"
"DA BUDDAN! DA BUDDAN!"
"The button?! WHICH BUTTON?!"
"RAD! RAD!"
"THERE ISN'T A RED BUTTON!"
*CRASH!*
And then it was quiet. Too quiet. I couldn't tell if the song I was hearing was off in the distance or just in my head. But sure enough, it was those guys walking away into sunset. Singing at the top of their voices.




That was a good day.