It is morning, i am feeling tired, i want food, why i do not know, i smell a wonderful sent, what is it?, i don't know, i hold my Mr. Pickles tightly and walk with the morning shivers. what do i smell? maybe bacon? maybe pizza? i continue walking on the hard wood floor, step by step i guess some more, i get to the end of my trail... i look and what do i see.... Spam.....
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
It is morning, i am feeling tired, i want food, why i do not know, i smell a wonderful sent, what is it?, i don't know, i hold my Mr. Pickles tightly and walk with the morning shivers. what do i smell? maybe bacon? maybe pizza? i continue walking on the hard wood floor, step by step i guess some more, i get to the end of my trail... i look and what do i see.... Spam.....
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