Mandar's Eventful Day!

Written and co-produced by Mandar herself

I awoke to a beatiful azure sky, and greenery everywhere, and my first thought of course, where the hell am I , this is not where I live. That's when I realized I'd been kidnapped by wood knomes and translocated to Aruba. Now I wasn't opposed to this, as I hate living in Crappsvile, but I am also one of the few sustaining pasty pride memebers and I was not about to give that up for some silly yet dashing wood knomes. I formulated a plan, escaped from their lusterous lair (aka sunny tree house) and hijaked a plane back to the cities. Once there I met this awefully sweet armenian taxi driver, named Hwaninindmenfjejsghcghfsf, who agreed to drive me back to crookston for only 7 billion dollars, and I said alright, as long as he drove at least 800 mph. We travelled back to crookston in a record 20 mins. It was quite the journey, you'd never believe the blurs I saw. I was on time for play practice. I hurried my butt inot town only to find my scheme foiled by crappy weather which canceled the greatly anticipated rehearsal. So I watched Sleeping Beauty and The Brave Little Toaster (which I'm sorry must have been written with the help of acid or some other halucinogenic drug, I mean come on, have you seen the meadow scene?) wondering why I didn't agree to be the sugar making slave of the dashing wood knomes in Aruba forever.

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