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I stared at the crystal ball. What was the future going to hold for me? The gypsy told me that
I should never believe anything that comes from the mouth of a gypsy. Puzzled, I
grabbed an axe and started swinging. This proved to be a horrible idea, I realized later as I sat in my jail cell. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. Outside the bars, there stood a huge
vending machine, that dispensed
tasty treats (and condoms) for a dollor or less apiece. I always get the
chocolate sandwich with earthworms and cherry poop
