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haha darlo we did it again, ive just done simular.
you just to fast little man
you just to fast little man
Good Mourning .
A cemetery was the last thing the housemates expected to find when they bounded out into the Garden moments after their alarm call.
"All these gravestones have our names on," remarked Charlie. "I hope mine is in the sun."
"Why's mine got a crow on?" wailed Bea, before noticing a red gloopy substance in a nearby bath. "Oh my God, there's blood in this!" shrieked the shocked housemate.
A train track and dismembered body parts were found scattered around the Garden as speculation started to grow about the purpose of the morbid makeover.
"This is going to be a good, good Task," beamed Lisa.
Sophie then noticed something disturbing about someone's resting place.
"Have you seen your grave? It's got a hand on it," she told sleepy Siavash, who strolled over to take a closer look while remaining his usual mega-chilled self.
"I wish mine was in the sun though," moaned Charlie, seemingly thinking that his gravestone will crumble into dust without sufficient melanin production.
Lisa soon launched into a mangled rendition of Michael Jackson's Thriller, which was enough to herd the housemates back inside to protect their sanity.
Just what could Big Brother be planning? It's bound to be dead goodâĶ
.A cemetery was the last thing the housemates expected to find when they bounded out into the Garden moments after their alarm call.
"All these gravestones have our names on," remarked Charlie. "I hope mine is in the sun."
"Why's mine got a crow on?" wailed Bea, before noticing a red gloopy substance in a nearby bath. "Oh my God, there's blood in this!" shrieked the shocked housemate.
A train track and dismembered body parts were found scattered around the Garden as speculation started to grow about the purpose of the morbid makeover.
"This is going to be a good, good Task," beamed Lisa.
Sophie then noticed something disturbing about someone's resting place.
"Have you seen your grave? It's got a hand on it," she told sleepy Siavash, who strolled over to take a closer look while remaining his usual mega-chilled self.
"I wish mine was in the sun though," moaned Charlie, seemingly thinking that his gravestone will crumble into dust without sufficient melanin production.
Lisa soon launched into a mangled rendition of Michael Jackson's Thriller, which was enough to herd the housemates back inside to protect their sanity.
Just what could Big Brother be planning? It's bound to be dead goodâĶ