Talk:Shaka Zulu vs Julius Caesar/@comment-108.210.86.239-20150720222529/@comment-65.102.0.188-20150720223335

I went into a restaurant near where i live. The waitress winked at me and gave me her number. Later i called the number and there was no answer. I called again and again and again. Still no answer. I got up and went to the bathroom. While I was looking throught the mirror, I saw the same waitress. I was the waitress. I went back to the restaurant and I saw my old self waiting tables. I was about to leave when i found out my old life was leaving. I followed him to his house and it was my house. She went inside and i looked throught the window. She had a turtle on the kitchen floor. Whose turtle was that? not mine, but my older self's? I was confused, so I stopped writing this awful story. I came to the wiki to share with you the insanity i have obtained waiting for this new rap battle...are you still reading this, get a phsychiatrist because if any of this makes sense, you are fucked up. That was the letter she gave me with her number. I refused to call her and I started going to another restaurant instead.