So my boyfriend, his best friend (BFBFF? Say that to the cadence of Shark-Bait Ooh Wa Ha), and some guy she was dating (not the current guy she is with, this guy had ugly facial hair and smelt like bum) went to a big giant rock concert. This guy she was with decided to go psycho and was going to shoot dynamite through an elephant gun (the kind from A League of Extraordinary Gentlemen). The horse mounted police caught the guy (mind you this is in an indoor place) and to taunt him as they took him off they emptied his gun of dynamite and decided to light them all on fire in the middle of the group we were in. BFBFF went "NOOOOOOOOO," threw on a Kevlar vest that just happened to be laying around, and threw herself over the row of dynamite. She exploded. All that was left was a smoldering shell of a crispy Kevlar vest.
Boyfriend and I went "NOOOOOOOO!" and collapsed tot he ground sobbing in each other's arms. I pulled out my laptop from a bag I didn't have before because it has an attachment to IM the recently dead and bring them back to life if they wanted to (can't remember if it was USB or Bluetooth). I tried the bring back to life thing as I thought "well of course she would want to be brought back to life," but she wouldn't let the machine bring her back. We sent her an IM why she doesn't want to come back to us. Her response was, "I am tired of living rich in my mansion. I want to be reincarnated as a starving Korean!" Then I woke up.
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