My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twi — Dame Edna Everage
My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twi — Dame Edna Everage
My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twi — Dame Edna Everage
My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twi — Dame Edna Everage
My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twi — Dame Edna Everage
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My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia.

— Dame Edna Everage
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