“what do you get when you guzzle down sweets?”
For no reason whatsoverer, the strange blond creature on the left swung her shopping bag at me and hit me in the shoulder. No chance of it being an accident, because this little oompa loompa was about 3 apples tall and smelled like a wet bag of concrete. Plus, her and her younger evil henchman laughed at me.
Therefore, you get blogged because I was too confused to say anything to you 5 minutes ago. Now back to the chocolate factory, you small strange woman.
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Gotta love Winners.
and oompa loompas.
oh my god. weirdest blog entry ever. “wet bag of concrete”. ha ha ha ha ha!