The difference between your story and mine is that mine is real.
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> Howdy, mah name is Doug. I had a nervous breakdown the
> other week, after I walked in on me wife and her best
> friend. Angie was the name. I remember her from the diner.
> I got into the tractor, turned on "More Than You Deserve",
> the anger swelling inside of me from minute to minute and
> mile to mile. Then I reached the store in the city, eight
> storeys high. Not many people about. "Everything Louder
> Than Everything Else" came on, then "You Took The Words
> Right Out Of My Mouth" and "Paradise By The Dashboard
> Light", as I bulldozed the window, rode into the store,
> people scurrying about and pointin fingers. I rode up this
> damn frikkin escalator, all the way to the top, storey to
> storey, the songs by Jim Steinman blasting from the radio
> and my grip on the wheel. Crash, crash, crash, debris
> flying, no one got hurt, but I made plenty of mess. 18
> security cops were chasing after me, calling for back-up,
> and I finally somehow got to the roof of the joint,
> driving on, on and on to the fade out "It was long ago and
> far away...so much better than it is today."
>
> The. End.
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