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Oh freddled gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't.

Ég hugsa að ég fari í bíó um helgina. Þeir/þær/þau sem vilja koma með mega hafa samband.

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