When I was 7, I used to watch Bob the Builder.
Bob was a great man.
He was a hero.
But one day, I realised the truth.
Bob the builder, could not fix it.
I had a broken toy.
I called him Jallah
Once he broke.
I prayed to Bob
I built massive sandcastles in his name.
I built lego churches 10 feet tall.
I built a castle of cards for him.
But Bob never came.
One day, I saw a light in the sky.
And it came to me.
The true god of fixing.
Was Bob's estranged half brother.
Handy Mandy.
I prayed to Handy Mandy.
And he came.
Adorned with his tools, all spick and span.
And his mexican smile, with his Donald Trump hands.
Handy Manny fixed Jallah
Handy Manny fixed my car.
Handy Manny
The true god of fixing
Wake up America.
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Bowl Of Prawn Soup
RandomA comedic collection of many short stories. They don't really serve a purpose, but the randomness of the story is enjoyable.