Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date, but a year to make love she wanted you to wait? Let me tell you a story of my situation, I was talking to this girl from the U.S. nation. Once upon a time things were very peculiar. A strange sensation encroached the dimly lit streets. A faint aroma of some herb I can't recall the name of lingered. Times were hard. We'd all get together and plan for tomorrow, praying yesterday would never come again. Why so glum? Who knows? Who Cares? Nobody.
Could you be a little quieter? You're upsetting the dogs. Pay attention now, because I won't repeat myself. This is important. Do you know how to ride a bike upside down while sipping from a bottle of tequila? No? Yes? The answer matters not. Why did I ask? Because it was an important question. It's getting darker and colder. Was that a tense shift? How amateurish of me. No big deal, of course. Just write it off as a new "avant-garde" style of prose.
Dogs sang the city over as divine rays of nothingness obscured nothing of note. Another tense shift? Seriously now? Viens ici, touche pas ça, reste assis, va pas là. Fais comme ci, fais comme ça, patati et patata. Pourquoi ci pourquoi ça, pourquoi c'est comme ci? Pourquoi ci pourquoi ça, pourquoi c'est comme ça? Oh là là bébé, c'est dur dur d'être bébé Dur dur d'être bébé.
Why do I persist? What force drives me to write such inane babble? Perhaps I am divinely inspired. Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z.
Goku. Vegeta.
Goku blast.
Vegeta blast.
Everybody blast.
Grunt. Scream. Kick. Punch. Zoom. Zip. Zap.
What town should I visit next? Try riding over to the yogurt stand. Get me something. I don't know what, I'll decide after you get it.
Piccolo.
Nobody.
Go home, it's over.