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I am the almighty FORCE of a beer-gutted man's fist, crumpling a Gatorade bottle on his obnoxiously over-sized, synophrys-suffering forehead. What a bum!
ReplyDelete(I don't know where the teacher's glasses went....)
ReplyDeleteLOL It is great, but we cannot introduce, "almighty," yet because that will be when we are done.
ReplyDeleteI am the environmental regulations that outlawed the Gatorade bottle before the scourge of creation could even be produced. (PASSIVE!)
Someone needs to be sure (passive) somewhere along the line to kill something WITH the passive voice; then we can KILL IT in the following round.
ReplyDeleteI am the Pepsi Corp marketing Exec., concerned about bad PR, who, along with my Lawyer sidekick, "The Chiseler" secretly destroys the Gatorade bottle and replaces it with a fingerprint free "sample" from our "competitor"
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