I was walking on the beach when I tripped on some blood. I fell in it, and it got in my mouth. My mouth was sour like Phil Jackson after he found out what Kobe did and my clothes were redder than that muzzle loading derringer that killed Lincoln, so I dragged myself to saltwater so that I could clean it all up. I washed my mouth good until it was purer than Southern Comfort. Then I looked back at the blood streaked across the beach and washed it good. Then I dug a hole in the sand like the kind you bury people in for fun on a sunny day with their heads sticking out. Then I walked home happy that Saul was gone because he didn?t agree with the past. That was on April 14th, the day the space shuttle got hit by lightning when they wanted to launch it. That was a good day, but people can?t seem say to me they are happy, and it proves how good that poem Lincoln liked was ? you know the one that said ?the tongue of their gladness is dumb??
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