Woe is me! What is the wee laddie up to? he is coming right at me with a knife and a skull . Yikes! I must hasten oot the windae! Dry your eyes lass, be brave think of Wee Mumsy in the castle at home.
Hairy passed out from too much booze and broth, they sent me I am the chef in training. Where is that Princess in the maroon leather jacket from Intermix?
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