Recently I was approached by a man who was standing nearly seven feet tall, but was disguised as a midget in a baby costume. He wanted to know if I'd be willing to by an antique iPad for 60 Deutchmarks. I politely declined, citing my preference for android devices, but he produced a beam of light shining from the rectum of a possum he kept under his arm that spelled out the words, "Let's go to the bathroom" in the sky. Faced with this kind of evidence, how can I not justify throwing up into his pants?
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