one day, I realised I didn't have any grocieries, so iran down to the shops to get them.
i picked up a bright red chile and a canada beans that i like to put on cupcakes, but something was missing
"mate," i said to the cashier, "where is the turkey?"
"idk, you should czech the fridge."
so i started russian over there as fast as i could
and it was covered in a layer of sticky greece!
"ew!" i said. "there is norway i can eat that!"
so i went home, and i decided to just settle for iraq of ribs, but they were a bit lacking
"i need some pudding" i thought, but i only had one cuba sugar!!
"hopefully that will sweden my tastebuds."
there was a sharp tap on the door. "kenya just be quiet im trying to eat my pudding."
"wait!" said the guy at the door. "let me ex-spain."
"no." i said. "i'm china eat my pudding go away."
and that kids was how i met your father
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