whoa whoa calm down, he only went homeless, reread, he did not die, well he did die because of a long drawn out starvation due to being homeless, but he didn't die as a result of you not being there, he was not savagely killed!
I brbckd then I backed then you were gone and stuff, and it was not cool cause a lot of people died out of spite, and a panda bear went homeless. You have to live with that not me.
I forgot to mention, I kidnapped a gypsy band to accompany me on the voyage, so if you happen to hear trumpets out in the middle of the ocean, you are not imagining things.
So I saw this ad on the internet about a gps boat tracker, it cost a lot, I had to sell the resort to buy it. I ended up living on my boat for many a year, which by the way I rechristened to 'Franny', and searched for you via the GPS, it proved to be fruitless. The new owners tore down the resort and built some big fancy hotel with a pool, no character if you ask me... So I can't buy it back. I figure my only option left is to set sail East and see where the winds take me, maybe I run into you in my voyage, Best thing is to forget about me, the Ocean is too big and I'm too cynical to believe we will actually run into each other. Farewell.
well, tomorrow will mark two decades. In the time since, I've built a resort with a little dock. I sit on this dock every day for hours and hours waiting for your ship to appear in the horizon. It never does :( As a result of all this waiting, I have become an old withered, sun burnt man. I'm too old to sit out on this dock now, but if you do find me, I have a hammock with your name on it waiting for you.
I have broken four laptops now, as a result of my teen angst which is a direct result of not having seen you in well over two months now.
I have had to declare bankruptcy because of the laptops, and now my home is being foreclosed upon. I will be homeless in less than seven days all thanks to this slippery slope of events.
oh and I'm not a ninja, when I was younger I always wanted to be one though. And I'd never torture you unless whips, chains and leather were involved!
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Explains last night, I guess.
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You left me, and I can accept that. But for what? A bottle o' rum?
Oh Mizz o mizz. How I wish there was a tornado which brought you, my Dorothy, to this land of Oz, where I could be your Wizard and your Tinman rolled into one and you could be the Naughty Witch of the West ;)
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