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Ég náði 57 orðum, ég hugsa að sagan sé um bangsann í A.I., þó sagnfræðin passi ekki endilega.
Cheerio! My hip teddy bear just dunked his Molotov cocktail into his DNA pool. The realpolitik of Trekkies may have seemed like a sacred cow to him but in his genes boiled the tailspin of Watergate like an U-boat but eggheads brainwashed the punk into using the F-word, detoxing acid cheeseburgers, whizzo celebs and karaoke toyboys in an awsome way. He got pissed off though when the megabucks the hip-hop scene gangstas promised him beatboxed away into the Wonderbras of It-girls cool miniskirted love-ins. Microchips buzzed his brain when Mickey Mouse texted him on his mobile warning him of the axis-of-evil and the cyborgs that might take their place. However being part of Generation X, the avant garde, the hippies, the beatniks and the blues they fought a Blitzkrieg of sexy psychadelic kitch that landed like a cruise missile on the snafus of Big Brother’s fast food virtual reality.
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