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- Judge Dread Ref
The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
EAT RECYCLED FOOD
This looks like an image from a dream I can’t remember
It’s a way to tell if the air is flowing cause you can see the ribbons move with the air. Hollywood thinks it looks good and makes it easy to let the viewer know the air is flowing so they use it all the time.
Is this like new poor? But new old?
I feel like this should have been done a long time ago and is a given.
He looks like he lives in a coo coo clock.
Now this I can dig into.
There’s always money in the lemonade stand. Wink wink.
He was also a philanthropist and donated a ton of money to stop cat juggling in South America.
Need more information. I’m ready for a new genre of music to jam to.
I need the beans. When I found out about the beans here I found out I wasn’t alone. But there is room for Beef Stroganoff.
Like what if I was caught in an elevator with Mr Bean and the Devil. And he was going to kill us if one of us didn’t tork his meat? I’d say “Mr Bean, Stroke’em’off.”
I’ll see my way out.
It’s currently doing some Flight of The Navigator stuff with some kid in Noth Carolina.
I think they will know because of the echo in my bathroom.
Eleven through nineteen do not follow the same naming convention that the twentys, thirtys, forties and so on do. For example, fifty one, fifty two… Instead of eleven it should be tenty one. The pattern should match.
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