HONEST ESCAPE Despite the host

Geluk met Ma se halfeeu!Alle ander ondermaanse lesers: hahahaha! Okay, wat hier aangaan is dat ek vir my Ma se vyftigste verjaarsdag vir haar 'n blog gemaak het met al my geskrifte (meestal skoolverwant). Want sy het in vrees geleef dat haar harde kopie versameling sal vertrek na die land van enkelopende sokkies... In elk geval, To Whom It May Concern, lekker lees en weet dat ek nie accountable gehou kan word vir alles wat hier staan nie - van die goed is op 13-jarige ouderdom geskryf! xSu
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