Today, on my quest to fjnd out the purpos of being an orange, I have decided to go for a walk (/Roll).
But, to do that, I must find a way off the safe branches of my tree.
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So, to get off my branch I decided to call my helpful friend Bartholomew.
Batholomew is a flamingo, he is me bestest of best friend.
So I sent a call for Barothomew.
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The Orange
HumorDo you ever look at an orange on an orange tree and wonder what it's thinking? Well, Gerald NEVER has had that problem. Why? It's simply because Gerald is an orange.
