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Goggles-kun

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  1. (Mind if I answer two?)

    My zodiac sign is Pisces! It kinda fits because I love water and I’m very introverted.

    If I were stuck in a country for a year or two... I’d chose Canada or Japan! Canada, because I still hold on to my philosophy that Canada>USA, and Japan because it’s freaking Japan.

    My turn! What’s your favorite household amenity?

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  2. 2 hours ago, Jojo said:

    Q: Would you like to die your hair and if so what colour?

    Oh no, I don’t want my hair to die! I heard a lot of people want my hair! :(

    ...Just kidding. I know what you mean. I’d probably dye it black... or any dark colour. Dark colours look good on me because I have pale skin. 

    My turn! Favorite country flag?

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  3. 5 hours ago, HeyIExist said:

    Here's one from another random generator:

     

    Tony Wishmonger looked at the squidgy sausage in his hands and felt irritable.

    He walked over to the window and reflected on his crowded surroundings. He had always hated dull New York City with its teeny, troubled tunnels. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel irritable.

    Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of David Walker. David was a friendly banker with spiky moles and pink hands.

    Tony gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a malicious, scheming, squash drinker with tall moles and sticky hands. His friends saw him as an angry, adventurous animal. Once, he had even rescued an orange chicken from a burning building.

    But not even a malicious person who had once rescued an orange chicken from a burning building, was prepared for what David had in store today.

    The wind blew like sleeping goldfish, making Tony shocked.

    As Tony stepped outside and David came closer, he could see the silky smile on his face.

    "I am here because I want the wifi password," David bellowed, in a delightful tone. He slammed his fist against Tony's chest, with the force of 9199 pigeons. "I frigging love you, Tony Wishmonger."

    Tony looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the squidgy sausage. "David, hands up or I'll shoot," he replied.

    They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two abundant, attractive aardvarks running at a very noble funeral, which had flute music playing in the background and two callous uncles jogging to the beat.

    Suddenly, David lunged forward and tried to punch Tony in the face. Quickly, Tony grabbed the squidgy sausage and brought it down on David's skull.

    David's spiky moles trembled and his pink hands wobbled. He looked lonely, his body raw like a plastic, poor piano.

    Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later David Walker was dead.

    Tony Wishmonger went back inside and made himself a nice beaker of squash.

    THE END 

    I’ve seen that generator before!

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