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HAHAHA. my brother just told me a stupid joke. okay so here's the story: there once was a rich heiress called fiona pink. she loved the colour pink. her mansion was pink, her candelier was made of pink crystal, she wore pink everday, her shoes were all pink, her rooms were pink, her walls were covered in pink wallpaper, her floor was all covered in pink carpet, stretching across the floor originally made of pink marble, her stairs were pink - one pink stair, two pink stairs, three pink stairs, four pink stairs, pink stair pink stair pink stair pink stair. so one night, she was getting ready for bed. she walked up the pink stairs, one pink stair, two pink stairs, three, four, five, pink stair pink stair pink stair. then, she walked across her pink hallway, to reach a room with a pink door, and make her way across the pink floor to her pink bathroom. in her pink bathroom, she picked up her pink toothbrush, squirted pink toothpaste onto it and brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth with water in a pink mug. then, she washed her face in her pink sink, which was attached to pink pipes. next, she got into her pink canopy bed, after putting on her pink nightdress and pink slippers. after about 3 hours, she heard a knock on the door. she had to open it so she made her through the pink hallway, walked down the pink stairs - one pink stair, two pink stairs, pink stair pink stair pink stair. then walking through her pink living room, she finally reached the door, which was pink. outside the door, she saw a wandering traveler who needed a place to stay for the night. so, she lead him through the pink living room, up the pink stairs, across the pink hallway towards a room which was covered in pink wallpaper with pink flowers printed on it. then, she walked acroos the pink hallway to her own pink room and lay down in her pink canopy bed. a few minutes later, she heard another knock on the door. she made her way out of her pink room, walked across the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, one pink stair, two pink stairs, three pink stairs, pink stair pink stair pink stair. then, she again walked through her pink living room where her pink chandelier hung and reached her pink front door. it was another wandering traveler. so, she lead him up to the room, through the pink living room, up the pink stairs, across the pink hallway, where pink portraits were hanging, and up to the room with the pink door and the pink doorknob. after all that, she finally got back to her pink bed with her pink pillows and pink quilt. then, again, there was a knock on the door. this time, she decided to speed up and rush down all the pinkness of her mansion. again, she saw a wandering traveler. she then led him to the room across the pink living room, up the pink stairs, through the pink hallway, to the pink room. and really really finally, she got a good night's rest in her pink bed with her pink bolster and pink teddy bears. the next morning, she got dressed in her pink blouse and pink jeans and went downstairs - one pink stair, two pink stairs, three pink stairs, four, five, pink stair pink stair pink stair. when she crossed the pink carpet, she finally made her way to her pink kitchen. when she reached it, she saw the three travelers sitting at the pink dining table, chatting, and getting to know each other better. she asked them what they wanted for breakfast while sitting on her pink stool at her pink counter. the first one said "wheatbix." the second one said "wheatbix." and the last one said "cornflakes." the moral of the story? most people prefer wheatbix to cornflakes. GEDDIT?