Bankers are from the snotty planet

Male checker program powered?

Clerk of the Universe is sleeping?

Can friends help?

Are all bankers snots?

Bankers are from the snotty planet - no kidding!

Bankers are from the snotty planet - no kidding!

Hi, my name is Susannah. I am 29 ¾ and STILL single. I have got a horse’s mane like a Haflinger tail, a butt as big as a mini-UFO-airfield and working as a despicable wool seller I am the black sheep of the family.

Though I could TINKER my dream man in times of Google, I try it again and again the old way, but unfortunately, my male checker program withholds constantly and thus, one relational catastrophe chases the other.

So I was persuaded without hesitation by my sandbox friend Nick to order my dream man in UNIVERSE and to jet to the country of wool: AUSTRALIA, the home country of Rumpelstiltskin.

(The little demon deep under the red ground who must have hidden my REAL Mom! I guess the woman who poses as my mother is actually a Klingon commander with no heart for chocolate connoisseurs.)

However, I wonder WITH WHAT the official in charge of the Universe is busy since my dream man is long in coming in Australia, too.

Someone should urgently invent an app which advises the status of the order in the universe; then, at least, I would know how much chocolate I have to spinn until my order will finally arrive.

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