That's right he's as excited as you will be when I start flooding your mind with nothingness, according to auto correct that's a word sweetness, that's also a word. Alright as Jack stares into you soul I will tell you a story and every time I say partay in the story you just look at him and feel the magnitude of his raw vigour. Okay here we go.
Jack the man Johnson was heading to a partay. He had never been to a partay before because he wasn't cool but ever since he made friends with Bob "jamaicanmecrazy" Sanders, he got a little more popular. He's been able to go to more social events. So he jumped in Bob's swag mobile and headed for the partay!
They pulled up to the partay and it was beautiful he hadn't see so much hustle and bustle in one place before every one was jamming to the jive beat of nickelback and smoking their beers.Jack shed a single tear as he was overwhelmed by the righteousness of the party, and let the music consume him he began his dance thrusting through the air as beads of sweat glistened in the dark sky with the fire ablaze. The glowing pulse of the flames began a tribal beat and they danced until the moonlight dissipated. Jack woke up beside a bottle of club soda and a box of half eaten tootsie rolls. He threw his head down in silence and disappointment it had all been a dream. He got up from his desk and as he turned to his fridge to eat the big pink cookie he had saved for later, he heard a honk from outside. And who could that honk belong to but our good friend Bob "jamaicanmecrazy" sanders, and his swag mobile. Paul "ugandabekiddingme" turner was in the back seat urging jack to hurry up. Jack really was going to a partay! but the real partay! was inside him all along...
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