Nary a goode tyme wasted. Come all ye who doth spendeth the goode tyme with thy friends and eateth all the lasagna. Cheers be to the future of our kynde, on the morrow may ye be guided by goode wine and necessary whimsy and voteth for thy mayor carefully, and with much humility and chagrin, as the Olympix cometh to towne. Not once, not twice, but thrice now hath we the opportunity to thwarth yon evil. Let us voteth and retire to breaketh a fast perhaps with pancakes?
-J. Floorburn
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it's a beauty pageant!
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