This shall be the last message i shall ever brodcast, you see I used to be a Race car driver in the same vein as Lady Godiva, but alas NASA, saw me and recruited me, they told me I'd be perfect for operation Tiger, and that I'd be able to achive my dream of defying gravity.
But, as the men and women of my crew abord the Shooting Star soon found out I was a sex machine, and it all kinda just got outta control, admist the course of the orgy we hit a satellite, and and found ourselfs on our way to mars, which for sure result in a collision, we are currently trying to miss mars conpletely as our pay load is dozens of nukes that will explode, blowing mars up and making super sonic men and women of you.
However, we are currently buring though the skys, and the Shooting Star feels as if its 200 degrees, odds are were about to hit mars, tell my wife I loved her fat bottom.
Mr. Fahrenhiet out.
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