I planted rows, rows, rows, rows of a horribly bad smelling rose. Now no one knows, knows, knows, knows if the smell will be leaving my nose. But most likely no. HOMOPHONES, HOMOPHONES where they toads are towed out on the plane. Homophones, homophooooones, i need my kneaded biscuits PLAAAAIIIN!!! (there, now you had to read it. HAHA!)
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I refuse to watch this. It will be in my head for the next century if I do.
I planted rows, rows, rows, rows of a horribly bad smelling rose. Now no one knows, knows, knows, knows if the smell will be leaving my nose. But most likely no. HOMOPHONES, HOMOPHONES where they toads are towed out on the plane. Homophones, homophooooones, i need my kneaded biscuits PLAAAAIIIN!!!
(there, now you had to read it. HAHA!)
Awesome!!! Aiden loved it. Adding it to bookmarks now... He just asked for it again!
Ha ha ha that's awesome Cherise!!
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