WARNING: This is supposed to be bad! I really want 1 !
It was a dark and stormy night, curse the weatherman for predicting a beautiful weekend and curse him for believing the weatherman who was living proof you could graduate last in your class at weather school and still be called meteorologist; however, the weatherman was not lost in the middle of Nowhere, Texas, with twelve hungry and tired Boy Scouts who believed he knew where the camp was located, a shrill cry split the night.
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