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About cram: He enjoys being a spastic at all times and constantly hits me. He throws chairs at people and is constantly in fights with highlighters. Other interests include writing stories, buying bobby b money presents, throwing things out the window (mainly from heilbrons pencil case) and bagging everybody. He should be locked away forever.

"the mouse is cute, it has no mum, i have a baked bean, wedged in my bum"

"Feel your wings flying through the air, are u a bird or are u a bear?"

"goodbye for now, you'll hear from me soon, unless i mate, with a hairy baboon"

Crams plan to destroy the sun

Plan A
I, Marc H (3 votes) along with Asher K (1 Vote), will lure the sun to the new Vienna where it will fall off the earth and cease to exist. LEAVING THEN WORLD IN DARKNESS, MWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!

If plan A fails plan B will immediately be put into action.

Plan B
1.	Leave for the New Vienna with 2,000,000 people
2.	Find the man-sized candle, which is currently hidden in an underground bunker, in the middle of a soccer tournament, beneath New Vienna.
3.	I, Marc H (3 votes) will go inside the candle and Asher K (1 Vote) will light it with a blowtorch from a helicopter.
4.	Once the candle is lit, it will outshine the sun, who is mine mortal enemy, and set off the automatic detonation located in the centre of the sun.
5.	The 2,000,000 people will then proceed to the bottom of the ocean to the city of Atlantis.
6.	In Atlantis, we will find the legendary potato which will transport us to the Old Vienna in another universe.
7.	During our launch we must say hello to MISHA AND MICHAEL, who will be a melted puddle on the ground, in which he will respond �blllyeeeeesss� in the form of a bubble.
8.	THERE IS NO SUN ON THE OLD VIENNA.
9.	POTATOS ARE VEGETABLES ON THE OLD VIENNA 
10.	EVERYONE EXCEPT FOR ASHER K (1 VOTE) IS IMMORTAL

IF WE SUCCEED, THERE WILL BE NO MORE SUN FOR ME TO HAVE STARING CONTESTS AGAINST, N I WILL RULE ALL.
SUCK ON THAT U ENORMOUS BALL OF FIRE. LETS SEE YOU WRIGGLE OUT OF THIS ONE U PUSS, SCUM, WHORE!!!! LalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaJJJJJJ

Enjoy some of his Stories and poems

I met up with a small giant in southern Britain where I found myself to be quite promiscuous with this particular giant. His name was Harry. The giant was small. Like his egg. Whose dogs name is inability to gain knowledge. If u were to visit Mr Fot in southern Europe u wood find that he sure does suck balls. He enjoys a good spa on a Friday night after eating a good solid car full of squirrels. I don�t believe in feet even though they seem to b at the end of my so called legs whatever they r. just b/c I am bald it doesn�t mean I don�t love budgies. if it was up 2 me I wood have all the mayonnaise expelled from school but seeing that it is not I will have to except the fact that I will never b prime minister of Bangladesh even though I�ve applied for a spot in the inter toto cup.

It came to my attention whilst reading the paper the other day that we as felines are not aware of the consequences when we r dealing with dangerous chemicals. I was told by a certain garden gnome that not only was he Russian but he also found time to play with his poodle. Now I�m not saying that this has anything to do with the annual fair at Lake Jimba. All that I am saying is that we r not able to judge these eunuchs by what they have. Just because the number 6 does not appear in their name it doesn�t mean that they all use red pens whilst marking an accounting vce exam. Some of them mite whilst others would prefer to do it with a rather large skunk. I�ve never really liked the smell of freshly ground parsnip, but that does NOT mean that I will never consider packing up and moving to Finland. I conclude by saying all that is not real may fucking well b a tad bit toolish.

Alright sausage I�m going to tell u a tale of woe now. It began back in the late 19chimney's when we happened to come across a lad named Hermy, now this gentleman did not no the difference between a wet willy and a refrigerator cooler compartment. Now I�m not saying that many people did in those days however in this particular case it was simple to me that we were dealing with a jar of vegemite. Not an ordinary jar either, this was an exhilarating bowl of radish peels. I found a simple lunch box outside of the room with a strange looking pot inside of it. The pot was speaking to me in a language known as hurumphcilitis and not that I understood him but u no that I was and to be when they said I couldn�t but I did find a reason to be the way like that. For now I am not able to see a perfect ending to this broom except for the fact that I couldn�t find anyone else to fly the kite. So i wrote in to the newspaper and they told me that I could infact find these bobcats in this part of town and that they each cost 40 spiders webs, if u no what i mean. BYE BYE 2 all and merry tree year.

Tis a strange phenomenon that every 100 or so years a true dishwasher emerges from the depths of hell to reek havoc on all those who have remarkable similarities to orange peels. IT just so happened that on his most recent visit to earth, googoozaazaa as he is known, gave birth to an iguana. Not just any iguana, no, this iguana was special. He was the prince of the all the lands of the trees. In time this iguana would become a stapler, but until then it was his duty to serve the mighty bread knife, whom tore the county to bits with a rusty guppy fish. Interestingly enough, it was not the guppy who saw fit to rid the earth of everything that crawls on its face, it was infact Simon, the simple sailor who lost his ribs at sea which commanded this impracticality. Simple Simon had an elephant for a head, some used to call him dumbo Simon AHAHAHAHAHA. But not me, since I am of that rare species with orange peels on my buttocks, it is my duty to summon all the paper mache in the southern hemisphere and to hold a mass Tupperware party. If by chance Mr. Washing machine comes along, we can put a cape on him and call him the queen of sheeba. Not to say that the queen of sheeba doest have any hair on her feet. That�s an outrage. NO SIR. I will not bow to u, u mindless fruitbat, sucking the life out of those who classify ballet as a contact sport. I thoroughly believe that if I were to become a beetroot, I wood not be red, but rather a nice beige. Mmm yess that�ll do for the final push. I think now I understand the meaning of life, its not how we live, but how many ducklings we can fit in our bum cheeks during one moon illusion. Thanks and goodnight.

I enjoy using apples 
>they r sweet 
>they would b better 
>if they smelled like my feet 
> 
>although i am not spanish 
>although i am not greek 
>as far as i can c 
>i am also not a leek 
> 
>if u were here 
>id show u why 
>it is sed 
>that i can fly 
> 
>i leave u now 
>with all that is 
>from dear bucket 
>and a big fat kiss 
>

good night dear buck 
for it is time 2 go 
he really does suck 
our dear mr moe

from a to z 
and 1 to 3 
buzzing like 
a little bee

now it is goodbye 
but not farewell 
y this is so 
i cannot tell

all u need 2 no 
is u r mine 
and yes i am drunk 
on english wine
 
 
 
youve gone 2 far 
ive had enough 
my best friends dogs 
name is stuff

the mouse is cute 
it has no mum 
i have a baked bean 
wedged in my bum

so u see today 
the walking trees 
they have no flees 
by golly they have no knees

goodbye for now 
ull hear from me soon 
unless i mate 
with a hairy baboon

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