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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans.
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied,
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied,
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!"
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!"
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she
Re: Add Three Words
Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans, but evil snakes!
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans, but evil snakes!
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans, but evil snakes! This gave her
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans, but evil snakes! This gave her
Re: Add Three Words
Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans, but evil snakes! This gave her such a fright
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans, but evil snakes! This gave her such a fright
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans, but evil snakes! This gave her such a fright that she clean
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans, but evil snakes! This gave her such a fright that she clean
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans, but evil snakes! This gave her such a fright that she clean jumped out of
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans, but evil snakes! This gave her such a fright that she clean jumped out of
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Long ago, when the girl named Tiddlywinks pranced around in her favourite death eater mask there was a dragon who was green and silver. The dragon would spend its days watching the girl and imagining the taste of her delicious pumpkin patch. Instead of fear, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity as to why the dragon wanted her pumpkins.
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans, but evil snakes! This gave her such a fright that she clean jumped out of her bath tub
This curiosity led her to where the dragon slept on a bed of hoarded treasure. Without a second thought, she spoke to the beast waking him from his long sleep.
"Gentle dragon, I must ask you - why do you want my pumpkins?"
The dragon blinked, glanced at the dancing monkey feet that occupied the fountain of truth with a mighty massive toe and damp face cloth, which he used daily, as part of his pimple bursting routine. The girl decided that the dragon needed glasses, as he obviously couldn't see that his face was covered in a fine layer of stinky cheese.
"Dragon," she said, "are you hungry?"
For a brief moment, he looked towards Tiddlywinks, soon closing his eyes he inhaled deeply and replied that he wanted pancakes. Tiddlywinks was shocked didn't know what to do. So she decided to buy some batter but she didn't anyway because it was weird too. She looked around and found a large, flaming mallet with a note worthy symbol engraved on the iron plated exterior and filled with different liquid toxic ooze and shiny green bits of cheese. Tiddlywinks ate these cheese fillings, soon they were digested and the dragon made a sound that sounded like a three stringed, out of tune sort of guitar embraced by the arthritic hands of Severus Snape, the Potions Master who loved his hair and MudBlood_Mistress very much. So much that he told her about his love for her, and his fear of losing her to the monkeys who also ate his precious little amount of sanity.
Grabbing the mallet, she quickly approached the dragon, who creepily stared at Snape and Mudblood_Mistress, silently contemplating how very much evil those two people possessed. It then yawned and decided to dance to the macarena. The others were very frightened by the flawless execution of the difficult moves performed by the suddenly tantalising dragon, so they all bellydanced to the seductive rhythms of banshee shrieks resonating while werewolves howl.
Tiddlywinks couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful porno movie that she had made last week that included twenty goblins from Gringotts and fifty werewolves and one unlucky hag who was told she had an unfortunate case of halitosis. She then proceeded to go into her room where she did the clumsiest rendition of the chicken dance. She wore a funky chicken suit that screamed obscenities every time she wiggled her booty and danced meaning everybody hated her guts and so she killed a puppy. She perished the thought.
Reluctantly, Tiddlywinks was kissing a dragon and he tasted like rotting carrion. However she was disgusted to find that he had eaten her brother and he was picking his teeth with her brother's shoe. The dragon didn't find that Tiddlywinks was an interesting and tasty piece of ass. The dragon decided that it was the disco fever and began to pry himself away while doing the hokey pokey. He loved doing that so much that he called his personal termite exterminator to invite the prostitute that happened to be in the business of inviting people to kiss her fingers and kiss her toes along with kissing every other scaly part, including her enormously big, fat, obnoxiously oily thighs.
The music was blasting from all around them! This caused major headaches to the listeners, who grabbed the microphone and wailed like professionals! The other people just starred and ate a lot of something very stinky and weird. It resembled a bunch of ants caked in gorgonzola and baked in the blood of who knows what. This made the dragon suddenly sober and then it yelled, "get out!" which was met by dissapointed 'awww's and other weird expressions of disspointment. Suddenly, the dragon staggered and died. Tiddlywinks then started sobbing like there was a great big man holding on to her big, round, veluptuous, ears rather roughly. The other people stood in shock, as they watched her tears turn a striking shade of puce which burnt through her clothes giving her a domestically-abused look that was obviously very attractive. The people who liked Tiddlywinks very much looked at the bruised/abbused-look and started to absentmindedly touch their excited pets on their laps, which was a cross between a poodle and an anglerfish with loads of spirit.
This crossbreed was so angry that it jumped up and tried to kill Tiddlywinks. Fortunately, the poodle/anglerfish tripped and broke its medula oblongota in the process of pirouetting towards Tiddlywinks.
"Phew," Tiddlywinks exclaimed while wiping the sweat from her forehead with a rusted chuck of big, green, oily piece of weird smelling gopher flesh. Lifting the dragon, who was surprised and utterly repulsed to be touched by somone who was going to touch something as horribly delightful as the big fat dead gopher's skin. This promptly made the dragon violently start to scream, "I'm alive! put the fire in my mouth and move out of my house, whore!"
And she began to cry loudly, her puce tears began to drip unattractively down her vulgar piece of tentacles, burning through the grounds and drowning all the pink daisies that were sitting at the bottom of her chair where suddenly strange fumes started to appear blossoming from around the dragon's den. Tiddlywinks and the gopher-skin of doom which happened to be glowing fluro which caused the dragon's knee to glow a bright weird color that scared away all of the magical magical beings within, had killed everyone and continued to function like aphrodisiac which did not really work all night like viagra. Suddenly, a big and rather hairy thing walked towards them with a bow and violin, hitting people over their private areas, their tummies, and, strangely, their toes which were very muchly screaming as the fingers which did love to get tortured by rather forward chipmunks that were jumping for joy over lollipops. Suddenly, they all just died. But, at that, everyone lived, including but not limited to my zealous little pieces of potato who lived and breathed sex related scraps of poetry and literature, which were very arousing, when you read aloud.
Tiddlywinks was simply horny. Turning on her small kitten, Oliver which was a hot Quidditch hunk, she threw her arms around him and molested his ear with a mutilated bunny spork while feeling-up his arse, with her knees around his waist, squeezing his tiny, little, puny masochistic ego, flailing around the room wearing a tutu and dancing around like an idiot, which turned her on tremendously. She thought to herself in a manly way. All of us were jealous. At that moment a rather hairy, dirty, little man came sidling up the side of the
Empire State and glanced around for the Building that was colored a fluroescent shade of yellow, which made everyone in Barbados slightly autistic. All of the small white ferrets started to jump in time to the music that really wasn't that existing, so they started to dance to a very sensual yet oddly composed fiddle-like rhythm which made them giggle and jump. But, sadly no spoon was too big for my ice cream , and somehow we got on the bus, and went to the beach. Then everyone ate chocolate covered potato crisps and sipped virgin Strawberry Daqueries, slathering themselves in Fondu Chocolate. Repulsed by the smell, they jumped into a large, turquoise pool. Splashing about wearing small annoyingly bright bikinis ,except that one person who wore a fur coat (which is bad because it covers everything but his hairy toe). They decided to cut it off with a monkey wrench. He chuckled when it reached his skin. It couldn't cope.
Tiddlywinks sobered up and saw giant penguins with many brightly coloured flappy like wings which spewed out disgusting, yellow puss.She decided it looked like fun and asked her eldest pet pelican if she should open a new can of beans. Vaguely it replied, "Open, Says I!" which really wasn't all that exciting, but she did.
Little did she know, the can contained not beans, but evil snakes! This gave her such a fright that she clean jumped out of her bath tub
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