John Hairy
My name is John Hairy. I am a young man and I live in San Diego, California. I am tall and skinny. I have short legs. My beard is nice and trimed. I sometimes make it into a Go-t. My eyes are a magnificent brown that ladies like to get lost in. I have a bald head that I cover with a cowboy hat. My hair used to be brown and short. I had to get a cane because I have fallen off a horse so many times. I can be happy in the moring when I go on my walks with my dog Killer. One day Killer was a bad dog at the dog walk because he likes to chase cats up the tree. I was very sad when the cat was chased up the tree because its paw was bleeding. So, I got the cat down and took him home to fix him up as good as new. I was very mad at Killer and confused as to why he did this. I decided to take Killer to the vet to see why he does this. I was bored just sitting in the waiting room with Killer. I could not get over the irritation of Killer hurting any more animals. Then the veterinarian came to bring Killer to the back and get the check-up. I had to wait until it was over. I just sat there and moped and tried to get the receptionist to talk to me. After the long wait was over the veteraian came out and told me killer was fine and she told me that he will grow out of chasing cats. I was so happy I shrunk down to medium size and asked her how will I ever repay you. She said take me out to dinner for one day. So I did.
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