Today I was determined to write the whole blog with nothing but words that begin with the letter G.
Then I decided it would be funnier not to use any words that begin with the letter G.
Thank you.
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10 comments:
GELP!
Gay Gripper
Gob-la-di, Gob-la-da
Gosh, gould gou gactually grite ga glog gith gonly G gords? Git'd get gretty gonfusing, gouldn't git?
Gloser.
You're welcome.
Goodness Gracious Gnatman!
Grilled gheese!
Yawn...
Yaaaaaaaaawn...
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