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DonkeyMan32

DonkeyMan32 is a lunchbox, he is very funny and always goes on wikipedia to learn funny things, he is bad at telling jokes but he is funny . When I am sitting in my chair in front of his table and I see a donkey coming towards me with a bunch of bananas, I give a great cry and jump up and down, shouting," HOLY MOTHER OF HARLOW! I give such a yell to attract attention, for I know that I have to pay no attention to any donkey. A donkey that looks like a good-looking fellow is so far from the truth that he can't stand it. He is too fast, too strong, or too stupid, to think it worth his while to notice such an insignificant object.

HORACE:

The first time I read about Donkey Man, a friend of mine asked me if I was afraid of him.

I said that it would be a waste of breath to try and explain. So, when he mentioned Donkey, I got up from my seat and walked up to the table. "I don't know," I told him, after the first few lines, which he did not understand. And then I went on to say,

'A donkey is such, such a cool thing, and then he went off to tell you how to get rid of a real donkey, with his own words. This is my own story about a Donkey.' And I continued to read. 'And the donkey is the biggest, strongest, most vicious, greedy, blood-thirsty, meanest beast on earth. What an animal he must be. His back legs are so strong that they can stand on his head like two men's legs. They are the greatest weight on one, the strongest on both, even the forelegs. On the back of one is his great chest, of such as the sea is, not of flesh and bone. Its lungs are like the lungs of an elephant; and his heart, like an eagle's. There is no part on him but his arms and legs, whose strength and thickness are as great as that of two elephant's trunks.' As I listened to him, my heart began to throb, just as my blood pulsed, to my fingers and toes, in an inexpressible way. He read on and on. All the while, he kept me standing there like an animal who has never seen any man before, until at last I understood the meaning of all he was saying to _me_, the man with the silver watch who was always in danger of having his life-work destroyed. Finally I gave up all thought of DonkeyMan32 and went to bed.