It's a late night in Heritage Hall. I was upset because I had no more soda, and I had no dollars to go and purchase some. So here comes Stevie, strollin' up like she's my sugar daddy, and says she'll buy me a soda. So she took me on a little date to the vending machine.
On the way there we just so happened to begin dancing and performing. This performance included jazz hands, wind mills and skipping in various rhythms. I almost cried I was laughing so hard. Then, when my soda came out of the machine, I made sure to stick it like a gymnast and then lunged proudly, holding my diet soda beverage high with pride.
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