Timmeethee and him problems with austrlains

Timmeethee and him problems with austrlains

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Timmeethe has a huge mung us porblam with ostrichlians. He kept datin austrlaisn and bracking up wif tem. (wtf that is so messed up, make up your mind, timmethe -billy) timmeethe EVANually found a boy, named alderan. he thot he was the one but he was not. he gav up and decided tarur gaur for souther amaricums. He found bally(me :tongue) but brock up wif hem and got back borck got back got back and funnally brock up for ever. He died on the toilet like elvis bc he was taking a shit but it was hard and sharp so it hurt and he died bc it hurt somuch and than Belly ran into barfoom bc he needed to shiss but he see timmeethy and cried outloud, 'TIMMEE!!!! NAUR!!!' and ran away and called hospatal and found out timmethy survive. they dye sangle btw
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