liittle hatshop of death...

if there were more hat shops in the world it'd be a better place, bowler hats should totally come back in.
we can make it happen peoples.
what you're about to read is one of the most insanely idiotic things ever written.
At no point in its rambling, incoherent prose will you be close to anything that may be considered a rational thought.
You will be dumber for having read it.
I post after abusing non-pharmaceutical cactii.
May the almighty Flying Spaghetti Monster touch you with his noodly appendage.
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Conclusive evidence has proven that salad contains 25 percent more salad than salad.
My name is Gladys, and I like things.
Yes.
What, no potato?
Oh no, sorry, there they are
Postman Pat. Postman Pat. Postman Pat and his black and white cat.
Early in the morning, just as day is dawning, he picks up all the post bags in his van.
Postman Pat. Postman Pat. Postman Pat and his black and white cat.
All the birds are singing, and the day is just beginning. Pat feels he's a really happy man.
Everybody knows his bright red van, all his friends will smile as he waves to greet them,
Maybe, you can never be sure, there'll be knock (knock knock)
Ring (ring ring). Letters through your door. (Hee Hee).
Postman Pat. Postman Pat. Postman Pat and his black and white cat.
All the birds are singing, and the day is just beginning. Pat feels he's a really happy man.
http://www6.thdo.bbc.co.uk/cumbria/features/cumbria_on_film/images/postmanpat_van270x165.jpg
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