'i suck. seriosuly... like i can't even spell sriously or whatever right. like i really sucks balls. and sometimes littereally.the way i just spelt that was like someone went to throw some garbage away, but not into a garbage can, and they were littering, and someone was like REALLY! CMON NOW! DON'T LITTER YOU LITTLE BITCH! and i was like oh god i'm sorry sir, please don't touch my private area. but he did. i didn't want him to but he touched it... he touched it all night and for so long and so hard. i pleaded with him to stop, he just wouldn't. i tried to pay him off.... i gave him a $50 bill to stop... he just thought i was paying for more so he continued to pound harder. eventually the head of the nail reached the base of the wood and his job was done. i could have done it myself, but he ended up doing it. i really wanted to try! i wanted to try so hard that one day i got my own board, and my own goddamn nail, and i started to hammer away at that motherfucking thing so hard that it bent in half... i tried to straighten it out but it just wouldn't go! after about 10 minutes of trying to fix the bloddy nail i gave up. but guess what happened. it got straight by itself! i started to slowely bend up and fix itself, and right before it got all the way up BAM! i smacked that nail so hard it went down into the wood harder than i pound reedy's mom. and believe me... that's really hard! anyways, this story was all about self sacrafice, in the end it doesn't matter what you do, it's all about hwo you do it. fuck man.... whatever.'
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