I have gathered a couple of pieces of false report which can appear in the future over me... By heart!
a) I wanted to run over a Scientologist who was just pregnant,
b) I wanted to run over the psychiatrist who just appeared to help me,
c) I stung one of my own eyes during speeding,
d) I opened the door so that my beloved brother fell out of the speeding supersportscar,
e) I opened the door so that Mr. Will Smith fell out of the speeding supersportscar,
f) I have a brain tumor that's why I am speeding and I need a microchip surged into my brain,
g) the driving license I own belongs to the son of a psychiatrist, actually,
h) I gave a lift to a little Spaniard marine who took me onto an aircraft carrier where I became a victim of torture voluntarily,
i) I was chiding the system and the President of the USA,
j) I was speeding,
k) I fought K1 with Jonathan Scott while Drew Scott was betting on us...
If I don't put down the possibility of moderate drug usage, bottles of drug will appear in my car...
Effect in the 18th Century: "Who do you think can afford a car in the USA?"
Best wishes, Joseph de la Mikula and Team
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