Ian Trowbridge was on his way to Paris Texas. I an stopped at a local Whattaburger. Ian stopped stopping at the Whattaburger because inside, his asian concious told him to go to phos noodle house. Ian packed his sackkey hack and walked in the pho house. "I want your finest asian tacos" Ian bellowed out of his mighty ogre mouth. The waiter passed out of the sheer force of the voice breath length. Ian continud walking until he found a booth that pleased him. He used his telekensesi to move th already sitting down people into a rubbish bin. Ian ate the mighty tacos on the plate. Ian was very content of the food mesh was digesting in his arteries. Ian was sooo hapy, that infact to party but he couldn't because he needed to go to paris Texas.

Along the way, Ian trowbridge found a peice of paper with the inscription that read in comic sans the fine print that cleary read on the face of the paper at a 30 degree tilt with a size 32.5 font below the 14th blue line and 3 millimeters to the right of the hole punch read" I'm not even doing this" Ian knew it was a message from his life time partner and friend, and co-worker, and scoolmate, and friend: his dog. His dog was no ordinary dog, in fact it was an unordinary dog. some may say the do g wasnt ordinary

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