okay i'm going to do something new. i'm not going to analyze your dream[s] but i will make up a sequel. yes yes yes.
PART I ------ the Chaos Refined-ers get together to learn this amazing new song you wrote, also known as "F to G, F to G." We're in a very plain room, which we know as Taylor's Living Room, but it looks nothing like her living room. All of a sudden, a big stereo pops up in the corner, you walk over to it, place the CD in, and BAM the music's blaring. We listen intently, pondering whether it is good enough to win Battle of the Bands. Allison, Molly, Zach, and I huddle together. We each place our right hand in the middle and yell "ONE TWO THREE F TO G!!" and decide it is worthy. We pile into Taylor's Daddy's truck, but Taylor is driving! Why? BECAUSE SHE CAN!! So, we're listening to F to G in the car, memorizing it by listening. We pull up to Cy-Creek, which has been turned into a punk rock-out Battle of the Bands host. We grab our instruments that have appeared in the back of the truck and run in because, BY GOLLY! we are performing in 5 minutes! We do a quick sound check, and everything is running smoothly. We get on stage, you count us off or whatever you call it when the drummer hits the sticks together, and right before we play, Randy runs on stage. We all groan. We moan. We cry, "OH NO, NOT AGAIN!" But wait, he's not kicking us off the stage! Randy appears to be excited about something. Molly walks up to him and asks, "Why, dear Randy! Whatever is so amazing?" and he yells "YOU'VE WON! CHAOS REFINED HAS WON THE 5198645763156418 DOLLAR PRIZE! YYYAYYY!" and then we tithe 20% of it, and with the rest, we buy a BIG house and musical equipment and Chaos Refined lives together, happily ever after.
PART I
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the Chaos Refined-ers get together to learn this amazing new song you wrote, also known as "F to G, F to G." We're in a very plain room, which we know as Taylor's Living Room, but it looks nothing like her living room. All of a sudden, a big stereo pops up in the corner, you walk over to it, place the CD in, and BAM the music's blaring. We listen intently, pondering whether it is good enough to win Battle of the Bands. Allison, Molly, Zach, and I huddle together. We each place our right hand in the middle and yell "ONE TWO THREE F TO G!!" and decide it is worthy. We pile into Taylor's Daddy's truck, but Taylor is driving! Why? BECAUSE SHE CAN!! So, we're listening to F to G in the car, memorizing it by listening. We pull up to Cy-Creek, which has been turned into a punk rock-out Battle of the Bands host. We grab our instruments that have appeared in the back of the truck and run in because, BY GOLLY! we are performing in 5 minutes! We do a quick sound check, and everything is running smoothly. We get on stage, you count us off or whatever you call it when the drummer hits the sticks together, and right before we play, Randy runs on stage. We all groan. We moan. We cry, "OH NO, NOT AGAIN!" But wait, he's not kicking us off the stage! Randy appears to be excited about something. Molly walks up to him and asks, "Why, dear Randy! Whatever is so amazing?" and he yells "YOU'VE WON! CHAOS REFINED HAS WON THE 5198645763156418 DOLLAR PRIZE! YYYAYYY!" and then we tithe 20% of it, and with the rest, we buy a BIG house and musical equipment and Chaos Refined lives together, happily ever after.
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i love this: "Why, dear Randy! Whatever is so amazing?"
hahahah!
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i heart gold stars!
and you know what's better than gold stars?
rainbow ducks.
idk.
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