A blob called bob

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"Come on Turkey, come on, walkies!"
Where is that god damn Turkey, i swear to god sometimes I wish I would've got a pet cactus instead.

Finally we leave out of my massive blue and purple jello house, with my pet Turkey on my new red lead with the turkey's new indigo collar.

We begin walking down my road, past the corner shop and over the zebra crossing, making sure that I thank the lollipop man and have a massive lick of his gigantic lollipop.

I'm planning to meet up with cactus friend, Brodie. She's pretty cool for a cactus. And yes she is real, MOM.

She's a beautiful bright orange colour with gorgeous green spikes coming out, she is just goals.

I'm meant to be meeting her at phillips's fish bar which is about5 minutes away.

As I'm walking along side to tesco, a pice often paper catches my eye and it looks like............MONEY!

OMG NO WAY! It's a £50 note just laying there on the floor! I pick it up and stick it into my blobby boobs and then carry on walking but this time with gust and sassiness.

I feel like a whole new blob!

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