Sunday, October 06, 2013


 My mouse hate is a smeady stoker. At clive o’fock he goes to the mood fart for a snot hack. His friend is a lick brayer with hurly cair who works in stits and farts because of his track bouble. I leep slate and then bake my med and shake a tower while they eat together: fried cock rod with some stink puff that I don’t know what is, but apparently a prowd-cleaser! They also eat sea poop and they bring home some bound greef for dinner.

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