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ithikagwee gwee gwee, the fishes all can see, all can see the knees of the knee men!
NO! THE KNEE MEN ARE EAT US!!
AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE....
The Knee Men are shoulder-high with bucket feet and mean eyes of poppy seeds. I spread the poppy seeds and fall over drinking the dirt. The dirt in my eyes, in the sky. My feet are made of plant, and I are all of orange peels. You laugh at my hat of potatoe blood, and I love all that is in the cloud of doom. A llama ate your brain, and I rode on it's back to the purple castle on the cliff. That's a cow on fire. Ocean breaks on eggshells of turkey, the devil bird from the abyss. Rift lizards stole my spork. Stop them from laughing at my lies, fool.
And with that, I leave you.
Happy Birthday to Lauuuurel.
NO! THE KNEE MEN ARE EAT US!!
AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE....
The Knee Men are shoulder-high with bucket feet and mean eyes of poppy seeds. I spread the poppy seeds and fall over drinking the dirt. The dirt in my eyes, in the sky. My feet are made of plant, and I are all of orange peels. You laugh at my hat of potatoe blood, and I love all that is in the cloud of doom. A llama ate your brain, and I rode on it's back to the purple castle on the cliff. That's a cow on fire. Ocean breaks on eggshells of turkey, the devil bird from the abyss. Rift lizards stole my spork. Stop them from laughing at my lies, fool.
And with that, I leave you.
Happy Birthday to Lauuuurel.
