Friday, 25 July 2014


    One day a man wanted to make a book, but he had nothing to say so he made a pie instead, and it was good. Then he made another pie but it was named Daryl, and it was alive and it had things to say because it was a blueberry pie, so it wrote a book, and the man was jealous so he ate Daryl the blueberry pie, the end

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