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Cabbage
Cabbage.
Cabbage is crunchy.
Cabbage is good in coleslaw.
Cabbage should not be cooked.
It leaves a horrible lingering stench.
The texture of cooked cabbage is just wrong.
And a head of cabbage does not belong on your head.
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The first one is gills, clearly, the second appears to be a garden with a tiled pathway. Third is the timeless "dance of the snow sprites" scene from "beach of the living dead". Fourth is carved raddishes, and nicely done i must say. Fifth is a medium lager, aged a year and a half, with an abundant boquet but it seems to have gone flat, which is inexcuseable. Sixth and seventh are sattelite photos, i've seen the seventh on 'national geographic spring break gone wild'. Eigth is a fountain. Nine is a basketball net. Ten is a mood ring. Eleven is party mix. Party mix of darkness.
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