hello, green jelly bean who likes to be called jean what are you doing so far from the jar? what are you doing hotwiring my car? o! green jelly bean who likes to be called jean why are you driving so slow? if you steal a car you have to go,go go! the phone rang, a ring of incessant insecure ignorant indecision about my friend, jean, who likes to be a green jelly bean, who stole a car who drove real slow, who didn't realize you have to go go go, the phone rang, and i didn't answer, who am i to tamper with technology? the machine knows better than i let it answer, let it answer, and the poor man on the phone the poor confused cankerous corrupted caravaner whose dog was stolen by my friend jean said meakly in that powerful machine, "is anybody there?" yes, but, no.Birth sign: Cancer
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