King of bad jokes
I make bad jokes. It's kinda my thing in the flat. Most of the time my flatmates just sigh and ignore me. Unless it's early in the morning - German flatmate doesn't appreciate my jokes until after midday.
I also like to mix two words together to make a new one. Flatmates pretend they don't like it but I can see right through them.
I know they secretly love it.
They seclove it.
Epilogue
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