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Dunno abowt tonite yeh but tomorrow me n me mates flojji and grippu n jaffi 'the professer' ar gunna creep up to the elven treehowses 'n' hav a grate big fukkin shit ryte at the bottom of all the ladders that go up the trees n then we'll get all pisssed n sing sum songs ded lowd, hey it'll be a gud weakends werk that, oh yeh wile i've been tellin yu that ryte i've desided to see if flojji wants to go an throw some rottin fruit at the gnome police wich wil be gud yeh.
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