Sounds like an edition or audition for embarrasing bodies.

I just love men with lots of green hair. Mmmm, maybe in my punk days when my own hair was blue, pink and yellow.

Does that mean I can chase you round the tables at Donny.

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Roses are red, Violets are blue, Snaky is sweet, But she may bite you.

Animal rights: The inmates are now running the asylum and the doctors have all been eaten.

I wash so that'll be a no.

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Jack Torrance: Mr. Grady. You were the caretaker here. I recognize ya. I saw your picture in the newspapers. You, uh, chopped your wife and daughters up into little bits. And then you blew your brains out.

Grady: That's strange, sir. I don't have any recollection of that at all.



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I can't stand people who need to make you aware that they are eating

Cham cham cham

Argh!!!!

Boogies and snot. Make me want to wretch!!! Plus poo and sick.

Horse poo I am ok with lol

Fruit in yoghurt or cakes. Smooth is fine but bits and whole just makes me wretch.

Yeah yeah

Fruit chunks in yoghurts. Don't mind strawberries and the likes but chucks of peach

Ewwwwwww

I like my men washed these days so

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Roses are red, Violets are blue, Snaky is sweet, But she may bite you.

Animal rights: The inmates are now running the asylum and the doctors have all been eaten.

I've no hair on top.

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Jack Torrance: Mr. Grady. You were the caretaker here. I recognize ya. I saw your picture in the newspapers. You, uh, chopped your wife and daughters up into little bits. And then you blew your brains out.

Grady: That's strange, sir. I don't have any recollection of that at all.



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I do not let things like that put me off.

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Roses are red, Violets are blue, Snaky is sweet, But she may bite you.

Animal rights: The inmates are now running the asylum and the doctors have all been eaten.

I'll be dead on Donny day...................

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Jack Torrance: Mr. Grady. You were the caretaker here. I recognize ya. I saw your picture in the newspapers. You, uh, chopped your wife and daughters up into little bits. And then you blew your brains out.

Grady: That's strange, sir. I don't have any recollection of that at all.



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