Under your Ctrl+V

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King

link for game in ravenclaw room

After meeting, and hopefully surviving, my immediate family the boy will then face the rest of the family. If he comes to meet my Poppa and continues to want to see me again afterwards it means he’s a ‘keeper’. You see when we bring anyone new to meet the family they don’t meet my Poppa as Poppa. Oh no! They meet Poppa dressed up as a frail old woman, complete with wig, handbag and stockings! Sad to say this is a reoccurring performance which is heavily documented. The poor sod who I bring with me will then be subjected to the ‘and what are your intentions with my granddaughter’ interrogation, and if he passes he will then be stuffed within an inch of his life with food. And I thought my Lebanese relatives were bad, they have nothing on my step-dad’s family. Once he has been fed the entire kitchen pantry Nanna puts all the leftovers in containers, just to make sure there is enough food to last us the rest of the year.

lol from my last english assignment: Why I May Never Bring A Boy Home
Sad thing is it's all true

(Nothing)

Bang, bang, bang.

The sound echoed ominously after Harry finished knocking, broken only by the door creaking open of its own accord. He glanced at his friends uncertainly before pushing against the door, opening it further. The hinges squealed loudly, causing all three of them to jump nervously.

“Hello?” Harry called, stepping hesitantly over the threshold. His voice echoed around the cavernous room eerily. “Err, is anyone here…?” he called again.

The only answer he received was his own echo.

Hermione shivered, glancing behind her. From the wind-sheltered stoop of the mansion, she could see the majority of the fairgrounds, spread out before her like a map.

Something caught her eye, and she turned her head, frowning. Had that shadow always been there?

“Hermione…?” Harry asked softly.

She jumped, turning to look at her friend.

“There’s no sign of anyone else, but we need to check all the rooms to be sure. C’mon.”

She nodded, glancing into the empty foyer. “Wait,” she said, alarmed, “where’s Ron?”

“He’s already started.” Harry held up a hand to forestall her coming protest. “He knows to signal us if he finds anything dangerous.”

“Oh,” Hermione said, not really relieved at all. “What’s the signal?”

“Screaming really, really loudly,” he replied with a humorless smile.

She grimaced, punching Harry on the shoulder and following him into the house. She turned to shut the door, glancing one last time at the fairgrounds. She couldn’t tell if the shadow was still there or not.


Their footsteps echoed hollowly as they crossed the hardwood floor, even through the muffling layer of dust that had accumulated. Browned and decaying leaves littered the floor, collecting at the corners of the room in oddly-shaped lumps. Black iron candelabras hung from the high ceiling of the entrance hall, heavily cobwebbed and looking as if they hadn’t been used in a century or two. A marble staircase rose to her right, disappearing into the darkness as it approached the barely-seen first floor landing.

Hermione shivered slightly, hugging her thin jacket closer to her body as a cold draft blew through the room. A few of the leaves shifted, making a strange skitter-screech noise. The candelabras rocked slightly, heavy chains protesting with an ear-splitting scream.

She eyed them warily, hastening her steps. It might be irrational—they had lasted this long, after all—but she didn’t want to remain under them for very long.

The corridor they entered was smaller, but it was pitch black. Hesitating only a moment, Hermione and Harry lit their wands.

They tried to use magic as little as possible since going on the run—Death Eaters always seemed to show up when they used any major spells. Hermione wasn’t quite sure how they did it, which frustrated her to no end.

Her fingertips brushed against the dark, wood paneled walls as they walked down the corridor, her eyes darting from the unlit torches to the seemingly-Muggle paintings that decorated the hallway.


Oh, part of my upcoming Halloween fic. If I get it completed on time. Which is looking more and more doubtful.

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

(game)

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.

(nothing)

awww fail....

Noootthiiiiiiing


(Dun duunn duuunnn)

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4565697/10/

Random House M.D. fanfic. i am a slave to his blue eyes and sadistic nature...

(the divider for my fics again)

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

(nothing)

That would be because I just got home from work. ><

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http://news.therecord.com/article/431781

link to zombie wedding article xD

Lappé

(surname of an author)

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

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUyZTAVWInE


Some of my friends from Stratford.. Whoops. XD

1. A part of Severus Snape that has on seen daylight
that once ( that penseive should be censored!).
2. The third floor broom closet on a friday night.
3. Hagrid without a beard (courtesy of Norbert, well
actually Norberta).
4. Ron on an empty stomach.
5. My hair in the morning.
6. Draco Malfoy without his shirt on (it was nice but
it scared and intrigued me).
7.Pansy Parkinson's G-string when she bends over to
pick up her books (wich Draco caused by bumping into
her, and his probably wouldnt be ob his 101 list).
8. Dumbledore in a speedo (don't ask)
9. Crabbe's hand slowly going down Millicent
Bullstrodes back and she does ablsolutely nothing
about it (not even retch!).
10. A 'P' on an OWLS report (it wasn't mine, thank
gosh, it was Ron's but it was still scary)
11. My arse growing a long furry tail (it is more
terrifying than it sounds!)
12. The Patil twins matching puse bras through white
shirts at a rainy Quidditch match.
13. Ron getting Avada Kedavraed (no it didn't really
happen, it was in a dream).
14. My life flash before my eyes (it was very...
green).
15. Draco rubbing his wand in class.
16. Ron's hands were moving in his pants pockets so I
asked, "What are you doing?" and he looks at me
innocently and replies "I'm adjusting them... Oh
Merlin, not 'them', my pockets.
17. A pair of bright pink hand cuffs in Ginnys school
trunk (erm... yah).
18. Proffessor Umbridges bare backside (that's why no
one ever hear of how she was found after the centuars
caried her off-embarrasment would be a given).
19. Harry snogging Ginny, or would it be the other way
around?
20. Grease from Snapes Hair drip into Harry and Ron's
potion causing it to explode.
21. The ground from three hundred feet up (that's why
they say 'dont look down').
22. Ron snogging Lavender and visa versa.
23. Draco and Pansy snogging ( I don't ever want to
see their tounges doing that again.)

24. Proffessor flitwick tall. It is
extremely.....erm....uncomfortable.
.... my friends start to the new fic we're co-writing, it's a sequel to my 101 things

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.

RAINBOW... odd

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.

PICKLES... L.P.G. ya see?

Centennial Hall

(erm...right! Okay, it's the place where I'm seeing this comedy show thing ^^)

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