So, won dai at Wathcpuint Jebralter, Winstone waz on hiz cumputur.
"Hay, Athane, openn my emayl"
"Opining bygdadipympston , newe masege fromm Tracar"
"Chers, love, i go ou to valantenes day wit my gurlfriend"
"Oh, I so loney" thinkk Weinstein.
So he putt on hiz jaccket and het the strets of Henemura, he gone far by the tyme he layd his Is on herr, witth herr shurt redd haer, fuced up hend, and tobes.
"wassup my homi" says Winsto "Wat's ur nem"
"Moria" repli Miora
"Let's go ett"
Aftr thiy eat:
"Wanta fuk?"
"Yes."
So weinston goess primale raige ande stix hiss massif gorila bonar in her as and comess on her elbo.
"That wass hawt"
Then th omnik krisis happeneed the end.