my freinds it is friday! run of from you work hose call 'NEVE RCOME BACK the man , push you letter in the rubish! no time , hold that one in the water wets hand
open that door it fly in the wall with HAN kiks it open and then lady call 'SHUT YOU MOTH FROM YOU HAN! its a joke she never hear s he got old one! push in TV and fal in , on sitt in wach the TV sit , rubish baby games NEWS RONDON that scren! got babys on WERE IS THE GAME FOR HAN!
got fodsnak , bred, meat , yelow food what it called! dont now it go in the moth and then ,time gone , HAN ASLEEP! it gone and weres the food! BRUCE GRAB IT IN HIS HAND THats what its gone tme to look in the internet and write , his new blog for the freind aper! like gost who got a power , king of the goists you call his name and fly on the scren! its a joke
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