One Night I Had a Dream.
So there’s this German mafia right, and they all like eating sausages and drinking beer. Because that’s what they do. But they’re all mad efficient, like those German dudes, because that’s what they are, and they have all these enforcers who wear shiny black coats like the SS and stuff, and they’re all bad-ass like, and they get into this gang war with the Hawaiian mafia, right? Because hey, if the Germans have their mafia, why not the Hawaiians, right? So all these guys are, like, fighting and shit, but the Hawaiian mafia is way outnumbered, because all the Native American mafia took a piss or something and flooded Hawaii island, and then the volcano got totally put out and gave lung cancer to the California mafia, because they’re way too cool for ethnicity there, right? And then the Californian mafia gets all pissed off that they have lung cancer, so they pick on The Hawaiian mafia too. So the Hawaiian mafia is between a rock and a hard place, and they hit up the Scandinavian mafia. But then, the Scandinavian mafia all live in the north, and they’re really kind of docile, because the Scandinavians never really recovered their Viking heritage, preferring to bake and do stuff like that, because they were finally getting cold, damnit! And so the Scandinavians cut the Hawaiians a deal, and said that they’d fight those damn German mafiosos. So then the Scandinavians and the Germans are fighting, with the Hawaiians allying with the Scandinavians, and the Native Americans teaming up with the Californians (despite the massive sales of American Spirit cigarettes) to kick everyone’s ass, because, hey, they’re just pissed off all the time. And then they all get in this big ass fight, and everyone decides that, hey, fighting is kind of bullshit, because, damn it, motherfucker, you can get hurt fighting man, I mean, no shit! So then they, uh, decide that man, fighting is actually no fun, and all start selling drugs instead, and everyone lives happily ever after. I mean, seriously, man! The end.
So there’s this German mafia right, and they all like eating sausages and drinking beer. Because that’s what they do. But they’re all mad efficient, like those German dudes, because that’s what they are, and they have all these enforcers who wear shiny black coats like the SS and stuff, and they’re all bad-ass like, and they get into this gang war with the Hawaiian mafia, right? Because hey, if the Germans have their mafia, why not the Hawaiians, right? So all these guys are, like, fighting and shit, but the Hawaiian mafia is way outnumbered, because all the Native American mafia took a piss or something and flooded Hawaii island, and then the volcano got totally put out and gave lung cancer to the California mafia, because they’re way too cool for ethnicity there, right? And then the Californian mafia gets all pissed off that they have lung cancer, so they pick on The Hawaiian mafia too. So the Hawaiian mafia is between a rock and a hard place, and they hit up the Scandinavian mafia. But then, the Scandinavian mafia all live in the north, and they’re really kind of docile, because the Scandinavians never really recovered their Viking heritage, preferring to bake and do stuff like that, because they were finally getting cold, damnit! And so the Scandinavians cut the Hawaiians a deal, and said that they’d fight those damn German mafiosos. So then the Scandinavians and the Germans are fighting, with the Hawaiians allying with the Scandinavians, and the Native Americans teaming up with the Californians (despite the massive sales of American Spirit cigarettes) to kick everyone’s ass, because, hey, they’re just pissed off all the time. And then they all get in this big ass fight, and everyone decides that, hey, fighting is kind of bullshit, because, damn it, motherfucker, you can get hurt fighting man, I mean, no shit! So then they, uh, decide that man, fighting is actually no fun, and all start selling drugs instead, and everyone lives happily ever after. I mean, seriously, man! The end.
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