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[Imogen]

Bart and I were having fun with this on IM and thought it was too much of a laugh not to share. Basically you make a sentence by adding bits to the fragment of a word before you to make a full word and then leaving a fragment of your own...


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[bart]

Just bringing us upto date at its scary really scary

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