 | | Recommended | by Uncle S
62.9 hours on record |
| | Posted 7.5 years ago | Last Played 7.4 years ago |
Grew up in a village, taught young to compost. As a young handsome man, got lost foraging for berries. A golden haired beauty with her child found me. Invited me to their village. Began composting again for the good of the village. Village farm flourished. Her sister had child, "Look here child, Uncle S. makes compost." Died in ripe old age known as Uncle S. 10 out of 10. |
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