I picked up a late night auto-pilot calender day extention kit over at the big box mega superplex surplus warehouse buyers club and decided that today would be the day that i would try it on for size. so i used it exactly how the weak looking worn out cartridge style instructomatic users guide recommended that i use it and followed the word with extreme precision, maximum concentration and unmatched determination with the payoff being a handsome increase in my chances of doing it equally as good as the average style living manequin model of human being featured in the commercial on tv. the goal was simple and the reward was going to be lucrative, in a hollywood scripted dope ring paycheck kind of way and would surely afford me a pile of luxuries that i had only dreamed about prior. it screamed loud and clear for all to hear for miles and miles in each direction found on the face of the old compass. follow its direction in a car crash coma baby, ride it on down. thats all i have to say as i slam the door and walk out the way in a hurry thats just bursting with disgust and distain for the reasons i told you about in the last segment. ive got to cash it in for double pattied wonder that is the american dream. please pass the relish.
