Beschrijf waar je aan denkt bij het woord van je voorganger. Laatste woord was Zand.
Woede.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Boos
"Finally the flesh reflects the madness within."
Rood
"Not my daughter, you bitch!"
Paars
I dress to kill, but tastefully
Kleur.
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Oranje
Kroon.
Don't walk. Run, you sheep, run.
Dromen
wat was dit ookalweer
Slapen
Bed
Dekbed.
Kussen
If you can dream it , you can do it. ( Rein van Duivenboden)
Prinses op de erwt.
Erwten soep.
Snot.
I would tell you my autumn joke but you probably wouldn't fall for it