The autobiography of a $5 note
“I'm famous in Canada”
“One day ... I might get some money”
Well, one day I was made in some factory. And I was put it in a bank, someone put me in a wallet, I fell out and landed in the sewers. And I've been there ever since.
THE END!!!
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Hey, why are you still here? Shoo!
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Just go away! The story's finished! It's over!
Wait, what? You're saying you wanted more than that? Seriously? Look, that's my life story, so get used to it - it's all you're getting!
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Ok, I lied. There's more to my life than that. But think about it. You actually want a detailed narrative of the life of a FIVE DOLLAR NOTE? Can't you imagine how boring that would be? The life story of a FIVE DOLLAR NOTE. A PINK five dollar note.
I mean, why do I have to be such a lame color?
But you're not getting my autobiography. Now get out of here!
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Jesus Christ. You have a nerve, don't you? Rack off!
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OH MY GOD!!!
I'm leaving.
Stuff you.
I might go tease some 5c coins about how worthless they are.
But not as worthless as you, of course.
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Goodbye.