The time I went to Boston and said hi to all of my friends there.
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100...101...102... and a half cubits long. I had finished and was ready to cruise down the Eastern coastline to Boston when I suddenly had a craving for pop tarts. Just then I remembered that I packed some pop tarts in my houseboat for the ride down. I ran inside and put them in the toaster. Who was the genius that invented those, I wonder.
After I eat the pop tarts I drive it down to the dock and lower it into the water. I kind of feel like a whaler going off to kill some whales in Nantucket. Good thing for the whales, I am not in need of any blubber, so I flick the switch and the giant blades begin propelling me across the water. I open the door of my room and feel the cold wind on my face.
As soon as I was out of the bay I engaged the afterburners and began skipping over the water as if I were a pebble in an endless river. If the wind was with me I could make it to Boston in 2 hours, so I sat back to enjoy the ride. The length of the skips was rapidly increasing and when I hit one particularly large skip I went into orbit. Luckily, my houseboat was airtight, but now I was very from my original destination.
Two astronauts floated out from the International Space Station and they were black. The first one said: WHAT UP NIGGA? and the second one said YO ASS JUST LANDED ITSELF IN SPACE! I invited them into my home and they began laying down some fat beats for me while I picked up a couple of tricks in the ways of selling crack and shooting police from them. They were straight up space gangsters and they kindly helped me cross back into the atmosphere. Good luck, the second one said, and I began my descent.
They say the shortest distance between two points is in a straight line, but I was travelling far faster than I could have at the surface. I landed my ass in Boston, an hour after my departure and swam out to land. I took off my wet suit and put on my shirt and suit jacket. Just in time for an hour or two of binge drinking before I pass out somewhere. I wonder where I will wake up tomorrow. Today was a good day.
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This happens to me every day (the last part) the dude who invented toasters musta' never regeted the time he dropped a bit of bread in the fire, but ate it anyway. Well this is a nice piece I like it although its probably a marmite thing(you either love it or you hate it).