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On the outside,
you are Sponge Bob's house under the sea. You feel like a green, spiky cactus in the desert. When I peel you, you sound like a porcupine rolling in a pile of soft leaves. On the inside, you are an empty honeybee's nest shaped like a football. You feel like bananas smooshed together in a blender. You smell as good as a fragrant, grape perfume. You taste as fresh as an apple from the orchard. Oh pineapple! Why do you taste the way you do? |
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This page was last updated on April 26, 2006 by the KIWW Webmaster. |