If we don't want the Tower to fade out into nothing, we have to start setting attainable goals. Getting to the moon is a daunting task, but if we break it off into edible chunks, like snickers bars, that we can eat it. Imagine a girl who had the goal of becoming fat. She would get discouraged if she had to eat an entire 100 foot chocolate Jesus; if you break the Jesus down into bite sized chunks, she would be fat in fucking no time. That girl would be so fat. And our tower will reach the moon. I'm sorry for comparing our tower to a fat girl. It means so much more than that to me. Actually, it isn't even right comparing them on the same scale. I hate fat girls. I love the tower. Fat girls have nothing to do with the tower and never will. There are two scales, one scale for hate, and one scale for love. The love scale is full of the tower, while the hate scale is being broken by the fat girl.
Our first goal shall be the height of three Christopher Walken's. Google it, bitches.
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We'll have a party to commemorate the attainment of this goal. A party with one of those chocolate fountains. Those are neat.
how about first we set the goal of not making any more fucking black and white boring paint.net towers?
We must stop arguing amongsk ourselves before we even experience the horizon of success.
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