Aint nothin' more tasty than the thought of fried Weetabix, complimented by A singular spectacular bean, at five past five in the morning in west London.
Although Max seems to think slipping Weetabix in his bacon sandwich might go down a treat. I on the other hand, am about to begin my search, for this one, magnificent BAKED bean.
j still =s shutup
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