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ok so lets go back in time......my mommy always said "if it is worth having...then its worth asking for" so here goes hi raul could you please let me have my farm 11 and the rest of the goodies.. i will clean my farm and eat all of my veg and not talk back too much, for at least a week thank you and have a good day along with happy farming but please don't make me eat spinach
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I'm older than Rebecca and yes she did say that......
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Tony is right....if it is worth having then it is worth waiting for...
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I had a weird dream that I came to Farm Town one morning and there was a turtle in the Gift Menu. LOL
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A turtle neck sweater ????? {sorry}
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Discworld is a comic fantasy book series by English author Sir Terry Pratchett,[1] set on the Discworld, a flat world balanced on the backs of four elephants which, in turn, stand on the back of a giant turtle,[2] Great A'Tuin. |
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I looked and nobody else said it so I thought I would, first thing that comes to my mind is turtle soup. Could be another item for the Soup Restaurant.
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This poem could send anyone to a rubber room....
Many, many years ago When I was twenty three, I got married to a widow, Pretty as could be. This widow had a grown-up daughter With flowing hair of red. My father fell in love with her, And soon the two were wed. This made my dad my son-in-law And changed my very life. Now my daughter was my mother, For she was my father's wife. To complicate the matters worse, Although it brought me joy. I soon became the father Of a bouncing baby boy. My little baby then became A brother-in-law to dad. And so became my uncle, Though it made me very sad. For if he was my uncle, Then that also made him brother To the widow's grown-up-daughter Who, of course, was my step-mother. Father's wife then had a son, Who kept them on the run. And he became my grandson, For he was my daughter's son, My wife is now my mother's mother And it makes me blue. Because, although she is my wife, She's my grandma too. If my wife is my grandmother, Then I am her grandchild. And every time I think of it, it simply drives me wild. For now I have become The strangest case you ever saw. As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa! |
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