Back in Vietnam I was Hitler's doorstop. I wasn't an impressive sight, just a block of wood sitting in the corner. I heard some scary s*** though. One time Hitler was whipping a German SS soldier named Kanye and I was forced to watch. I'm just a block of wood right I can't look away, close my eyes or cry in the corner. 54 Years ago though, the British raided Vietnam and rescued me. I was helicoptered out of there and I shared all the Nazis secret information in exchange for a long and full life. That is my story. What's yours?
