Alas, “the emergency Bentos” at the back of my cupboard has expired. This is indeed this is a very sad time for all…so who wants to watch me struggle to dispose of it?
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Alas, “the emergency Bentos” at the back of my cupboard has expired. This is indeed this is a very sad time for all…so who wants to watch me struggle to dispose of it?
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My birthday card writing skills need no introduction, which is why I present to you my latest iteration for my sister’s birthday. Ladies and gentlemen, I call this “Seven Degrees of Pie”
Let me quickly summarise (as I know the lack of space makes the writing legibility a bit hit and miss in places):
There you have it. My very well thought out logic that one is never more than seven moves from being pied. And just think, I never went to Philosophy school.
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