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28.07.2002 Sunday evening @ 8:06 p.m.
*Sunday Story*

Once upon a time, there was a little laydee. This little laydee lived in a big, beautiful condo and every day after school she would stand by the balcony that overlooked the big, blue playground. She would stand there and twiddle her little black curls and pretend to be a ravishing, faraway princess from Kazakhstan. She would do this until her big momma called her in for supper.

One fine day, as she was busy twiddling her hair and admiring the big, blue playground, something green caught her eyes. She peered carefully and realised that it was a little man in a dirty green T-shirt. The little man was in turn playing with a Supersoaker and aiming at every single fake vegetation that he saw.

The little laydee was curious. She wanted to know why the little man was doing what he was doing. She could not contain her curiosity and finally decided to go down to the big, blue playground and ask him.

"Little man in green T-shirt, why are you aiming your Supersoaker at every single fake plant that you see?"

The little man stopped aiming and stared at her. "I'm just helping them to grow. They will grow better when they have enough water."

"That is all very nice and considerate but don't you realise that they are not real plants? That they are just plastic and that they're put there to beautify the surroundings?" said the little laydee.

The little man thought very hard. He thought and thought and thought until he could not think any further and then he realised that she was right, and that he had been doing something that was so foolish.

He thanked her and made up his mind to give her the Supersoaker as a present. She was so ecstatic she aimed him straightaway.

The end.

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Moral: Don't be a dickhead and do stoopid things. And when people tell you to stop doing stoopid things, don't just listen blindly. Think first. And even when you think, don't just follow what people tell you to do, for if you're not careful, you might be the one to get hurt. And that's a mighty long moral to be reading so if you've been reading this, you're just as bad as the little man himself. *evil grin*

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