Fiddlemefee!

FIDDLEMEFEE!

The journey begins on a washed up shore in Kentucky, where the hillbillies cry out with every step they make every move they make every drug they take every moonie they make they be dissin' you! Whatcha gonna do then? Ya gotta do sumthin' right?

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So you're just gonna sit there and read this article huh? You know something? You're yellar. Yellar than yellarist. Go pwn yourself, sissy. Or get out there and make a meal out of those hillybills and pwn them.

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OMFG no wai.

You waiting for this article to make sense? No point, it won't ever do. No matter how many times you read it, it will keep on jumping up into your face saying 'I'm the article with no meaning and I make snow sense'

This articles gonna get deleted anyway isn't it? Ho hum. Lets see how long it lasts before an admin comes and kills it...

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So far so good... OMG NO!

I AIN'T FALSE.

THIS ARTICLE HAS BEEN DELETED. WRITE SOMETHING THAT MAKES SENSE FOL

FIDDLEMEFEE!

See "Purple" for more details on why hiblillies still exist in California. Or was it Honolulu?! Marf.

qwertyfludshnip.

Every mob you summon, at school you dumbin', and your grades are like SUCK!

nO sEnSe!!! No SeNsE!!! nO sEnSe!!! No SeMsE!!! Purple!

This ærticlæ mæy bæ suffæring from likn rot. Mækæ him diæ by wring ing his scræwny næck! NO SÆNSE × ∞ ÷ 0!!!

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Slap in the face.

boooooooooooooooooooooooom

Slap in the map.