Oh, hello.I rather didn't see you blokes standing there.
I'm not sure the 11:30 bus will be on time. I'm.....I'm afraid we'll all be late for Saint Eldna's Day this year.
Number eight coming out was nothing to get all froggie about, you know. I'm not sure that you chaps are eating all your beans at supper any longer anyway.
Perhaps we should all take a trolley to the Portsmith's house and read about the great war. Such things won't paint themselves in rosy hues, as we found out yesterday.
If one was the first, than thats where we shall start, Marjory Stewart-Baxter. The folux won't catch us napping if we all drink a tall glass of summerwine.
A man can't cope with all these unpleasant frequencies about, you know.
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Salad Fingers always has, and always will freak me right the eff out.
are you high?
did you go pick up that triple ice chamber knife hitter machine from your friend's closet?
you're high, aren't you.
Creepstiest thing I have EVER seen. I don't know if I will ever talk to you again. For serious.
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