Won't You Try My Jam?

“Won’t you try my jam?”


“Urp.”


“Won’t you try my jam?”“


“Eeuhhhhhh.”


“Won’t you try my jam?”


“Blorb.”



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Poor Dorie Greenspan, jam and stomach ache maker.

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