Mr J left behind some junk food for us from J. One of them looks, feels and according to some, tastes, like a scab. The black box of 72% cocoa was the most popular.
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
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