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Total concurrence, back in 'nam we had too much jell-o pudding to eat with only one sea horse, so we sold the left over buckets to pay for laser eye surgery on our pet cabbage. She was so grateful for the gesture, she said three words which formed together and grew into a large brickwork lattice of cherry trees. Only at that point, could we truly sleep outside in the back garden in tents. Not just any tents, but ones made from the blood of pixies, stitched together by the very finest of silk produced by mealworm.
The speaker spoke, but never uttered a word, this down an alley constructed mostly from biscuit casings was peculiar in only a way that an orange tangerine with a blue tint can tell. In-fact, killing that guy was the only way to solve it.
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Money can buy cake. No further comment.
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Yeah... spoons and badgers, dancing in a paddling pool full of cat tails. Only the top hat wearer can leave.
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All of them. Twice. On the back of a sombrero wearing Rhino.
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Even though some of my favourite tracks of all time are by many other artists, overall it's probably Danny Masseling.
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Formspring Question of the Day
asked by FormspringIf they have cake or not. The ones who don't usually end up buried in a deep well.
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Formspring question of the day
asked by FormspringMostly go with the flow. Plans rarely come together anyway.
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Yes, a fucking boat load less than you do though.
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My parents. Fuckwit.
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I have nothing interesting to say.
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Doesn't matter. Provided the glass it's served in is suitable to crush and shatter into someones face at any given moment.
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Dave’s Bio
I like cake. I hate everything else. <3
