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Once, there was a very boring lad who lived in a very boring house on a very boring land in a very boring town, which happened to be the suburb of a very boring city in a very boring state in a very boring country. Oh yeah, and he had a really boring name. His name was Jim.
Now, you see, Jim certainly wasn't an ordinary sort of fellow. An ordinary sort of fellow might wear a green shirt. It might be striped, maybe not. Some might tuck tuck it into their blue jeans, or normal khaki's. Some might just leave it tucked. Some might wear a baseball cap. It might be green, or red. Or maybe it would have words on it. Some clever saying, or even a logo of their favorite band or company. Some might wear the cap backwards, and others wouldn't have a hat at all. Then, they might have shoes with strings. They might be yellow, black, red or green. Cyan or even striped. Others would have shoes without strings.
But Jim had a white shirt, blue jeans, white socks, and white shoes. He also wore a brown belt with a dull buckle, and never wore a hat. A normal lad might have any sort of hair. Wavy, curly, straight, or frazzled. But Jim's hair was blond, short, and combed to the side. He was neither attractive, nor was he very ugly. He had an average amount of friends, mostly the dull and boring kind. He was never very expressive. He wore an average face, and smiled at jokes, and frowned at insults, just like an average person might.
That is really all there is to say about Jim and his sad pathetic life.
Let us hope he will improve.