Possibilities are kind of reliant on probabilities, it is considered very silly to presuppose or imagine something surreal. Fantasy dwellers, daydreamer, and stupid, you would be called one of these if you imagine or mind-craft something unthinkable. Let me have the guts to voluntarily put my name on the list of these ‘STUPIDS’ by assuming, what if I were you? If I were you, I’m certain that I can not be but still let’s make an expansive start on this assumption. If I were you I would have been colorful and photophilic girl who wants to paint this world into her colors. Smart and witty I would have been, if I were you, whose moods swing faster than any-tangible-thing. I would have been a bit less rude and would have prioritized things in a better way.
If I were you, Hey Adolf! What if I were you? First off, I would have threatened Carley and would have made a song, “Gas me maybe”, with a chorus written by me, “Hey I just met Jew and this is crazy, so here’s my chamber I’ll gas him maybe”. If I were you I would have shaved my mustache and would have given that to a Nazi toddler as a souvenir and most importantly I would have loved apple tarts. If I were Mario Puzo I would have cyber-dated Sidney Sheldon for years, would have married him without realizing that he’s a man, and would have written a book, “Sidney’s Father”. If I were Emilia Clarke I would have painted myself blue so that people can call me Smurf. If I were Him, who walked on water, I would have swum on land.
If I were you, the smartass reader, whose reading it out and drawing some evil ideas from it. If I were you I would have followed the blog so that I can be notified for new pressings. If I were you I would have started writing myself instead of reading others’ writings. I would have sent this blogger a case full of United States dollars and would have followed the blogger of Twitter and every-other-where.