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i start off this story then everyone that posts here adds another scentace to it, OK.
right–
once upon a time there was a lonely chedder samwich......
mummbling something about a colostomy bag and skid marks who then
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the cosmic knowledge fish swam into the scene just in time to stop mystique from performing one of her deth defing stunts.which was sabotaged by....
But strolling on the beach by the cliffs was a prawn sandwich who had mystical powers. The prawn butty wobbled up to the lifeless chedder sandwich and sprinkled golden dust over it's soggy bready body and chanted the words:
"ELBIKO FANDAMBIS COLLIO GILALADA!
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FHJIRE JEWIWIO
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hio UIOWF uiq UI iU UIOUIWQOU
ooooo OOOOooo uyifoa OFJOGP WOTU0598965
HHSJK hgjs gks GHKSL 666!!!"
But nothing happened. The chedder sandwich was as dead as a doornail.
The moral of the story is: Chedder sandwichs cannot be resurrected by prawn mystics.
full of good ideas me................. still bored. and bearded
damn i'm bored.
la la la la la la la la lalala la la.
that didn't work, still bored.
o well
the end.