You see, due to my tuberculosis I'm unable to throw rock into a kumquat farm to pay my respects to harambe and as a result I must eat bologna for three years seven day and 22 hours so that I can train for my next gun eating contest in Hungary but last week it was sadly shut down because my uncle farted on my uncles brothers cousins car and because of that I'm now charged with 115 counts of grand larceny and I cannot leave until I'm able to play McDonald on a bag pipe using my butthole yet I can play despacito on my stolen hot wheels Macintosh but my toe has a fungus so I will not be able to mow the driveway yet I can eat hamburgers for 3.99 cents and 5 years old car sniffing and from my calculation I will be able to steal the 1970's limited edition mickey mouse lunchbox I lost after punching a chandelier in the middle of a JC Penny on a teusday morning but luckily I was able to afford enough bananas to sel to joe biden so that i can finally eat carrots on Wednesday but I sniff shaquel o'neals farts and I died from ligma.