Im crashing so tired and still have to drive home I need a treat, but alas WHAt I cant spend any money! Life is stinky poo. I leave you with an Easter Poem.
Egg of life sitting in the sun
rotting, reekiong, bubbling
Egg of life what secrets do you hide
stank of fart perhaps?
Egg of life why do you taunt the children
Hide, Hidden, Hide
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5 years ago
that is deep.
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