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Jenna's Dream

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Published: Sep 15, 2009

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Let me explain....
My friend Jenna(

) had a dream....
"OhmiGod okay last night I had this preeeeetty crazy dream okay so I was running from these cannibals and I was riding of Taylor Lautner's back and then this random person asked me if I wanted Cambell's soup"
....then I was all like,"I'm makin' you a picture."
THUS THIS WAS BORN!
CRAP! I forgot the soup. Oh well. And yes those are a little me, Kayla, and Devin. We eat you cus we love you.