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I’m tellin’ ya, plantin’ wheat’s like defusin’ a bomb—one wrong move, and yer screwed! “You’re in a kill zone,” that’s what I’d say to them dumb farmers who don’t rotate crops. Respect my authoritah, I’d save their asses! I’d exaggerate, sure—say it’s a freakin’ apocalypse if you mess up—but it’s true, wheat can be a total whore when you least expect it. Love it, hate it, can’t live without it—kinda like me, huh? Now shut up and lemme eat my wheat snacks, you hippies!

Overview of CH1 5QJ

After that chaos, I decide to head to the Blacon Community Centre. They were having some art exhibit. I’m not an art guy, but hey, why not? I walk in, and it’s all these weird paintings. One looks like a potato with legs. I’m like, “Is this art or did someone just give up?”

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