Insignificant Tales, Vol. I

Tonight I tell you a tale of minute proportions that has little to no significance to anythign whatsoever...

There once was a man who lived on Wall Street; he was a simple beggar with nought but a cup and a caoat to his name, he walked the streets with his head hung in shame, but the idea of run-on sentences had never crossed his mind, until one day he found a legal pad in his friend's mom's apartment kitchen and he continued to write a ridiculously long sentence about a pointless story about how he made up a story about how truth mixes with exaggeration.