BALLS, again? Wait a second where am I? What am I doing? OH! BALLS just remembered-all about the balls. I love balls, their amazing. BALLS BALLS BALLS BALLS BALLS. Also, balls nothing else, not problems, no jugging, IGNORE THE JUGING-just balls. I wake to look at balls, I sleep to balls, I WISH to be balls, but I can't. At least thats what they tell me.
"OHHHH~ Mr. Baller, you can't be balls-you can only throw them!"
HOW STUPID OF THEM! THINKING THEY TELL ME WHAT DO! THIS IS AMERICA I DO WHAT I WANT! IF I WANT BE A BALL-THEN I"LL BE A BALL! YEA GO ME!
"Ok Mr. Baller, then show me. TURN INTO A BALL! If you can do that, Then I'll believe ya."
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"NOW LOOK AT YA MR BALLER, AN IDIOT! "
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"Don't make that face Mr. Baller. I'm just telling ya the truth."
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" FINE MR BALLER! You're a ball-ya happy now?"
:)
"sigh"