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Tuesday, December 26, 2006

The following post is based on a real life story. Inspired by boredam, and the smelly smell of Durians.

I hate Durians. I seriously hate that stupid pointy, colour of trees fruit. Is it even a fruit to begin with? It causes a sore sore throat. It's yellow, the colour i hate most to be in DOTA. And worst of all, IT STINKS. No practically. Put it in the refridgerator for 20 seconds and your ice cubes living in the faraway freezer will smell of durians. Why do people even eat Durians anyway. It tastes as bad as it smells. I'm forcing my sister to finish the durians she bought no matter what.

@10:01 pm // 0 souls being eaten



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