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Okay so I've kind of been following Masterchef Australia in the past two weeks. For those who don't know, it's basically a cooking competition for amateur chefs. Sort of like uh. Idol or So You Think You Can Dance, only. You know. Cooking. (I live vicariously through them, maybe) Today was the last elimination round before the finals, where there would only be two amateur chefs, selected from what, 7500 chefs, who will take the price.
So, as I was watching the elimination, in which the last guy was eliminated from the competition. And I slowly realised, to my absolute horror, that I shipped Chris and Poh together.
w-what the hell. I NEVER DO THIS WHAT THE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLL.
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( Ten talks about SMT: Devil Survivor, for the DS. If I made a tag for it, it would totally be. SMT: Devil Survivor - actually 7 days )
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Greatest description for sex I've heard in a while. "It's like bobbing for an onion." (or apple, whatev)
So, as I was watching the elimination, in which the last guy was eliminated from the competition. And I slowly realised, to my absolute horror, that I shipped Chris and Poh together.
w-what the hell. I NEVER DO THIS WHAT THE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLL.
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( Ten talks about SMT: Devil Survivor, for the DS. If I made a tag for it, it would totally be. SMT: Devil Survivor - actually 7 days )
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Greatest description for sex I've heard in a while. "It's like bobbing for an onion." (or apple, whatev)