decided to walk through Central Park shooting up the trees. Because he was fueled by his alcohol consumption obsession . Soon this man
came across a nun with a giant wooden stick in her hand, the man looked at her and said "...
... just as he thought the story was over, up over the hill in front of him, he saw a glimmering white city.. and alas! He was seeing Minas Tirith
finally, his journey now complete. But a new task lay before him, he reminded himself that he needed to..
unleaded gasoline, in order to improve its taste. Getting sick of the story-line, our hero gathers his minions (he keeps them in a little bag hanging
from his belt), and strikes out to the west, seeking.............
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