Published by: Testicular Cancer Support Association.
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Jane is a white female high school student.
She has a white family and lives in a white neighborhood.
The morning sun gave off a disgusting light, as if infected with gonorrhea.
It's breakfast time.
Jane's father was cooking. He scratched his throat and vomited black oil frantically from his mouth, pouring it into piles of sugar cubes and a pot of fat soup.
After cooking, he left and drove a car with bowling balls as tires to go to work.
Jane's mother brought breakfast to the table, a silk cloth with a delicate pattern of feathered scalps printed on it, and then she began to glow, an eerie light similar to the mood lights in a disco.
"Thank God for giving us food."
Jane's mother was praying with extremely indecent and suggestive gestures.
"The school wants me to act in the play Sleeping Beauty."
Jane said this.
"My child, there is no one more suitable than you."
Jane's mother said, her tongue became like a toad, ejected, rolled up a piece of sugar cube full of petroleum, and chewed it.
After Jane finished breakfast, she took the school bus to go to school.
The school bus driver is black.
Her classmates greeted her warmly in the car.
"You are beautiful." the white man said.
"Thank you." Jane said.
"You are beautiful." the white woman said.
"Thank you." Jane said.
"You are hot." the black man said.
"Thank you." Jane said.
"But beautiful people all have dicks."
black woman said.
"Then I have to find it quickly."
Briefly.
The janitor at the private school is black.
The teachers at the private school are white.
"Why are the janitors in public schools white and the teachers black?" Jane asked the teacher.
"A very good question." The teacher clapped his hands and began to explain to all the students below.
He pulled several human skull specimens and began to show the differences in skull structure.
"So we must treat everyone fairly and give everyone a job opportunity," the teacher said.
After school, Jane told her mother that she had gained a lot and learned a lot today.
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In the dark basement, the LCD screen was playing a movie, but someone interrupted the playback with the pause button.
The inspector from the SCT headquarters pinched his eyebrows and didn't know how to speak to Di Wei.
"I mean, who can understand this?"
The inspector was completely speechless. SCT invested astronomical sums of money into Los Angeles not just to let Di Zong take pictures of this kind of thing.
"This is just fucking art, right?"
Di Wei retorted and continued to add: "That director is really a fucking genius, I dare say he can even be compared with Kubrick."
The inspector took a long breath and used the mouse to pull the progress bar. If some of the content in the front was still within the normal scope, then the content in the back was simply so abstract.
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inside the container.
A super rich man is traveling around the world hiding in a container disguised as cargo.
He was accidentally discovered by Jane who was about to commit suicide by jumping into the sea at the pier.
"Why do you shine so brightly?"
As an adult, Jane was so ugly that she urgently needed money for plastic surgery.
"Oh, this is my Kister coefficient. It has reached 0.986. It is distorting the surrounding space."
The twisted and fragmented field and the shining arc around the rich man made him look like a god.
"How did you become so rich?"
Jane asked.
"Do nothing, kid. I don't do anything. When you have some money, it will make money on its own. It's called the Matthew Effect."
said the rich man.
"I am in urgent need of some money. Can you lend it to me as an investment?"
Jane said.
"Hmm...but why would I do that."
said the rich man.
"No one wants to have sex with me, so there will be no children."
Jane replied.
"Well...it's true that if there were no children, no one would buy the goods."
The rich man gave Jane an investment of two hundred yuan.
This allows Jane to buy some cosmetics.
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In the basement.
"this……"
The inspector couldn't bear it anymore and started to be violent.
"Who the hell can understand this?"
The inspector was speechless, this was too abstract, too abstract.
He continued to pull the progress bar to the end. He didn't know how to describe it in words. Jane was hit by a car... It was so scary. The scene was too scary.
"Are you and the director high?"
The inspector had to ask this.
"It's because of your poor taste, brother."
Di Wei was lying on the sofa with great disdain.
"In short, the summit asks you to prepare a new movie. It can't be separated from the public knowledge. It can make people clearly understand the current situation. It's an excellent movie. I can't say much. This is the meaning of the summit. You have to think about the funding issue yourself.
There's a solution, I'm going to Liberty City next, there are a lot of things going on there, you can take care of it."
The inspector directly took out the summit to suppress Di Biao, and then left the basement directly.
"Hold……"
Di Wei was speechless, it was okay to just get the funds by himself.
"Can you use Goode's map?"
Di Wei said to a subordinate next to him.
The subordinate nodded.
"Very good, bring a few good hands to understand what I mean."
The subordinate nodded.
"You're so damn smart, go ahead, I need to make a phone call."
Di Wei gave his subordinate a hand and told him to leave quickly.
After he and Ash were alone in the basement, he dialed the landline.
Twenty seconds later.
The call was answered.
"Luocheng Branch, Di Wei, help me transfer to the Foreign Punishment Department."
Twenty seconds later.
The call is transferred.
"The foreign condemnation document has been signed, you can check it first."
He tapped two fingers on the table.
But the other party seemed to have said something that made him a little irritated.
"Please..."
"Want to wait a month?"
"There's a mad dog that's hitting me all over the place. I can't fucking stand it anymore, okay?"
"It's okay if the front line is tight, but the Countermeasures Bureau is about to demolish my house, okay?"
The other person said something else.
Di Wei hung up the phone directly.
What the hell happens every day.
At this time, Di Wei's cell phone received another call, from Heath.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
"What? The butcher's specimen was stolen!"
"Who the hell would be crazy enough to steal a body!"
"This is so fucked... Oh my God, this is so fucked."
Di Wei hung up the phone and immediately transformed into a desktop cleaning master, sweeping all the phones on the desk and many files to the floor.
Three bad things happened one after another and I couldn't stand it.
"You haven't discovered the problem yet, Di Wei."
Ash raised his glasses frame and said calmly.
"Do you have any valuable advice?"
Di Wei lit a cigarette and smoked it.
"The problem is not that we are not doing well enough, but that we are doing too well. The symbolic world is like a piece of...rubber. When you hit it with great force, it just bounces back. All your excessive actions cause them
To counterattack fiercely, we must completely eliminate the firepower."
Ash pinched his chin and thought.
"What genius idea do you have?"
Di Wei asked.
"We have to first cause chaos within them and break down their fragile system, say...in a mayoral campaign."
Ash answered.
"But the mayor is still alive and well..."
Before Di Wei finished speaking, he clapped his hands and said, "You are so damn cruel, good boy."
