……I woke up in the year thirty forty five A.D., and we got flying cars that cost a lot of dough re mi, college retreats are in space them kids are so cray-z, next week I’m taking a cruise to a galaxy we can’t see, I told my friends the trip is on me, can’t see the ground everything is in the air and local trips are all free; hospitals have been turned to clubs, cause people drink a special kind of tea, to stay hell free, my robot doctor is named doctor E.Z. Well-bee.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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😂Like it, Mr Futurologist Spaceman.
LOL; thanks!
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