If you don't mention or acknowledge this comment in 30 days you me 1 American dollar.

-rep "hard r"

In this dangerous and violent world there is only one person you can truly rely on to keep you safe, me, your everyday street cleaner. Not everyone can comprehend these controls due to their complexity, but lucky for the world i have mastered these controls. I don't even control this vehicle with my hands, i just think, and the automobile responds, and it speaks German, and i don't speak German. You may think its a simple job, just clean up the ♥♥♥♥ on the side of the street, but you couldn't be more wrong.

I've had to cut ties with my family and everyone I've ever met, my own twin brother doesn't even know I exist, and I have to keep it that way to keep him safe from my enemies. I've slaughtered more people than I care to count, becuase these ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stood betweent me and my street cleaning responsibilities, and when your driving the fastest vehicle to ever grace the planet earth, there are no survivors. I run past stop signs and red lights. I'm above the law, beyond it. I am, a street cleaner, and nothing will stop me from cleaning these dirty streets

Listen kid you don't want to see my other side. I have a wolf inside me with a muzzle on, but the muzzle is about to come off. You broke her heart, and I will break yours. She is a nice girl, how dare you use her like this. How come people like you get to date her? Then people like me have to sit in the shadows and be the shoulders to cry on. Listen Kid, I don't have time for ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ games. I am a nice guy, but when you make a nice guy angry; the world shakes. Don't do it again.
... You will regret this the next FULL MOON. You mess with me you mess with the pack bud. ♥♥♥♥ you. Get ready.

I wonder how many hummingbirds I could fit in my mouth. Keep in mind that I'm not planning to hurt them. At all. It's just something I've pondered while lying in bed at night. What's the HV (hummingbird volume) of my mouth? What's the average HV of an adult human male? We pride ourselves as being inquisitive and possessing a collective epistemology that can advance our knowledge about the world. Still, even with all that, if someone put a gun to my head and asked what my HV is, I'd end up dying with a bullet in my brain because this is something we never bothered to investigate.
Shame on you all. Shame on us.