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Keegan T. Burkhart earned his way into Tampa Tribune
after "screaming obscenities early this morning [...].
When a deputy tried to get him to calm down, Burkhart

dialed up 911 to tell dispatchers he didn't want to go

to [fucking] jail."

The Ray-Ban men cuffed him and drove him to the nearest
Starbucks where he asked for a 107° latte in b-flat major.

"$4.59," she botted, and extended her palm, but changed
her mind. "We only accept wallet cash, but Starbucks
Bayshore accepts money clip cash."

Once there, the walls made a run for it, but the door

froze like deer in headlights. Thoroughly, an officer

knobbed its turn while the other downed its pat.

"Just as I suspected," declared an officer. "Termites!"
For today, they slapped a warning and power walked

toward the labor Serbs.

Later, they took Burkhart to the day care where alligators

swallowed shoes and beauticians confiscated mustaches.

Without shoes, Burkhart was paralyzed, and without chairs
(also eaten), sitting was a fairytale, so he crashed into a stack
of plates, destroying them. But without plates, eating joined
sitting's fairytale, and the deputies stole Burkhart's sip lid!

Burkhart tried to weep but was unable to do so.