This is a trifle.
Never to be confused with tripe.
Never.
Sorry, forgot: I did not take this photo. Nor do I know who did. Sorry, unknown trifle master.
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2 comments:
ha ha ha ha
my imagination as to why this post occurred is running wild.
Haha. But you see how important it is? Hard thing for a Swede, not to get those two words mixed up. And imagine the consequences. Gaahh.
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