bought a pack of biscuits, in it there are three individually wrapped parts. One part has one less piece as compared with the other two bags. Arghh.... feel cheated!
On a deserted island, behind steel yellow doors, lies a room, a niche, a lab (insert dry ice smoke). The people are friendly, cheerful, and always helpful (ok, you can point the gun away now). Step into our world or if you were once part of it, step back in. Savour the flavour
1 comment:
Maybe the dingo ate your biscuit!
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