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Candles stubs are short things that you take into dark places...like your zen garden!
THERE IS NO LUNCH THERE.
What?[edit | edit source]
This is a stub.
THE STUB OF A CANDLE, THAT IS.
I herd you has a t-shirt[edit | edit source]
Well, I herd mudkips. Into RANCHES.
No, I don't. YOU do.
I bet you do.
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WHAT. THAT CANNOT BE.
Less than three[edit | edit source]
Love? Is that an emotion?
poop[edit | edit source]
is not here
This is a long section.[edit | edit source]
This section may or may not be sensible at points. This is just the editor/author talking and talking about stuff. The author has the ?pedia IRC on a seperate tab on Google Chrome. The author thinks that everybody is just a little FLOOSHEEMUMBUMHUM. The author is kinda slow sometimes. The author is in love with an Irishman. The author is not a fnurdle. The author wonders how long it's going to take for that Irishman to realize he made a mistake. The author wants to be surreal, but can only achieve sad-ish, not-all-that-surreal surrealism pieces, and only when she's sad. The author would like to extend this section further, but she is tired of typing and is really running out of things to say.
There was a pun here.[edit | edit source]
But then I lost it. ):