Once upon a time in a night club there was some tibb memebrs who where searching for some gold, silver and bronze. On there way they bumped into Davina and Dermot who told Big Brother 9 was in Space, the tibb members then shot them, and ran away to Party Land!

While all this happend, pisshead, a person who was a wierd dude that spammed TiBB decided that he have plastic surgery, which would make his mum cry and fall over, and smash her head into a soft bean bag!

A while later, back in Party Land, Davina and Dermot banged on the wall, and screamed "Alive...." people could hear the screams, from Austrailia and kangaroos jumped up and ate all the sand!

When they, the killers of the kangaroo tribe found the original peice of silver, gold and ruby rings they buried thousands of years ago in the BB8 diaryroom that pisshead had plastic aliens that had sung in, they all started playing a mistical drum!

Big Brother then said, to the world " we want all those who were at party land, the night Davina, was shot, to enter the diary room and start a new drama or chapter of

SAY THIS STORY!
Then we can restart, and make chapter two (one that makes sense)

only if we can have some

CHAPTER TWO!

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You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard that smells of rotten egg and everytime we

You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words

You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some

You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some worms with gravy

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You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some worms with gravy and then trashailyne

You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some worms with gravy and then trashailyne who is me

You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard box that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some worms with gravy and then trashailyne, who is me, will sing beautifull

You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard box that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some worms with gravy and then trashailyne, who is me, will sing beautifull and dance to

You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard box that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some worms with gravy and then trashailyne, who is me, will sing beautifull and dance to country songs.

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You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard box that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some worms with gravy and then trashailyne, who is me, will sing beautifull and dance to YMCA all night..

You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard box that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some worms with gravy and then trashailyne, who is me, will sing beautifull and dance to country songs.

However, one day Trashalyne

You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard box that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some worms with gravy and then trashailyne, who is me, will sing beautifull and dance to country songs.

However, one day Trashalyne came out of

You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard box that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some worms with gravy and then trashailyne, who is me, will sing beautifull and dance to country songs.

However, one day Trashalyne came out of the ground, and

You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard box that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some worms with gravy and then trashailyne, who is me, will sing beautifull and dance to country songs.

However, one day Trashalyne came out of the ground, and begs for food

You may have read the tales about me and Trashalyne-Horgan-Wallace who is currently living undergroud, in a cardboard box that smells of rotten egg and everytime we add three words she eats some worms with gravy and then trashailyne, who is me, will sing beautifull and dance to country songs.

However, one day Trashalyne came out of the ground, and begs for food and water even