I was 6 years old when I witnessed a fatal three car pile up in 2000. My mother had taken my sister and I to the city doctor for our annual check up, and due to it being a stormy type of day, and the roads slick, it wasn't rare to see a fender bender or even a mash up or two. As Hampton the Hampster played on the FM radio via Radio Disney, I looked upon an upside down car with a woman screaming at the top of her
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3/4 cup butter-with a little left over for Marlon Brando and Maria Schneiders memory

OH almost forgot! Can someone come and pick me up at the Happy Eyes are Wise glasses repair shop? I seem to have horribly insulted the owners daughter in some way and they're threatening to call the police. They yelled at me and I screamed at them while slapping my hand on a display case, and things are a bit chaotic because some glasses fell and broke on the floor but it's not my fault because I was just scared. I get very frightened when people I don't know yell at me. I'd like to go home.

Postal III doesn't exist, nor will it ever exist. There is no such thing as Postal III.