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Fixing crack on roof

I’ve decided to make Robot AC 21 a permanent character on my channel.   I was thinking what’s the best way to make a video fun to watch.  Having some kind of commentary going on.  But then what about showing how to do things?  I would need to talk and having a commentary will interfere with that.  So that gave me the idea.  Why not have two videos.  One video will be about how I fix things and another video with commentary by Robot AC 21.  This is great because I like putting crazy things in my video and that could be the commentary video and leave the serious stuff on the original video.  This also allows me to have more content on my channel. win win.  I hope this works.  Ah screw it, I’m going to make it work.

Boring video:

Commentary video by Robot AC 21:

 

I shot my best friend

Psychologist: Have you ever done anything easy in your life?

Patient: Of course, it was easy to shoot my best friend.

Psychologist: What?

Patient: Yeah, when my dog got rabies he chased me into my house.  I ran into my room and I locked the door behind me.  I then grabbed my gun but I noticed my wife was in bed with my best friend so I shot him.  Then I open the door and shot my dog.  I pointed the gun at my wife until I realized I was aiming at my best friend’s wife and that I wasn’t in my house and the dog was a mail box.

How not to get robbed.

I was walking home late one night until I got interrupted on the street.
“Hey you, stop,” I turned around.
“Give me all your money.”  I saw the knife sparkle as the street lights bounced off of it.
“Fight me for it”
“What?”
“A man should fight for something he wants, now drop the knife and lets fight.”
I heard the knife hit the floor.  I got into a boxing stance.  We stared to circle around until the nun got close to my knife on the ground.  She picked it up and chased me down the block.  I was never so scared before.

 

This wound will never heal

Time will never heal this wound of mine.  It scares are deep in my heart.  No pain have I felt more deeply then this.  No lost of family, betrayal, a broken heart, losing a love one can compete.  If only I could break open my head and thrust my brain on the ground to avoid feeling this way.  But no, I have to live with this.  I have to bear it.  I have to face it no matter what happens, unless I find a tweezer to pull out this splinter.