It's 9:41 and Tera and I are eating BIG WET TERDS. Acully, they're more like big moist terds, but that doesn't matter. They smell like moist cabbage. Now that Tera has smached them into the plate...they look more like burnt panicakes. I clama this land for spain! I am going to get my machene gun and and blow the little terds to peaces! Now, if you'
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