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It was the third annual Sausage-Roll and Assorted Meat-Filled Pastries Convention, and all was not well. The celebrity judge, a certain Mr
Cowell, the bastard with his trousers so far up his waist you thought he might have been wearing granny pants to hide his flaby stomach.
I told him he shouldn't have eaten that bumcheese
. After much indecision, he decided that the best way to rid himself of the unpleasant aftertaste was to chew on a "Tunnocks Caramel Wafer" which I can't say is the best biscuit in the world, but I can say "mmmf mmf mmf mm mmm in mm world!" hahahahah HOW
They all huddled around the wigwam and discussed their next strategy. The smallest suggested "a mass suiside would fix this issue".
SPELL CHECK would also fix the issue of "suiside" with which he had such difficulty. At this conjuncture, he elected not to kill himself, but instead to take some distance learning courses in basic numeracy and literacy and after that, start a small busin
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