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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
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
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now officially FRUSTRATED over the sucky ending of "The Four." WTH was that?????
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Re: Under your Ctrl+V
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
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
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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,
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,
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OOC>Link : I'm gonna get this face paint off..#
OOC>Link : And the fake blood
OOC>Chrissy : o.o You were wearing face pant?
OOC>Chrissy : paint8
OOC>Chrissy : Ooh.. Sorry.. Didnt notice
OOC>Chrissy :
OOC>Seta Jaganshie : XD
OOC>Chrissy : paint**
OOC>Link : That's what she said!
OOC>Chrissy : Yeah. She asked "Did it go in?" You said "Yeah" and she said "Ooh.. Sorry.. Didnt notice"
OOC>Chrissy : Exactly what she said *Nod*
OOC>Link : That was never the conversation..
OOC>Seta Jaganshie : Rofl!!!!
Please enter something.
OOC>Link : Jeeze, if you're gonna tell a joke, tell it right..
OOC>Chrissy : o.o Who was joking?
XD From TWC; the game on BYOND that I play.
OOC>Link : And the fake blood
OOC>Chrissy : o.o You were wearing face pant?
OOC>Chrissy : paint8
OOC>Chrissy : Ooh.. Sorry.. Didnt notice
OOC>Chrissy :
OOC>Seta Jaganshie : XD
OOC>Chrissy : paint**
OOC>Link : That's what she said!
OOC>Chrissy : Yeah. She asked "Did it go in?" You said "Yeah" and she said "Ooh.. Sorry.. Didnt notice"
OOC>Chrissy : Exactly what she said *Nod*
OOC>Link : That was never the conversation..
OOC>Seta Jaganshie : Rofl!!!!
Please enter something.
OOC>Link : Jeeze, if you're gonna tell a joke, tell it right..
OOC>Chrissy : o.o Who was joking?
XD From TWC; the game on BYOND that I play.
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Me: Don't.
Her: Why not?
Me: *Flaps her arms* I'M A BIRD!
Her: ...I think you've got a short attention span.
Me: Oh, yeah? I think you're just plain SHORT!
Her: SHUT UP! I AM NOT SHORT!!!
Yeah. I was relaying a conversation to a friend.
Her: Why not?
Me: *Flaps her arms* I'M A BIRD!
Her: ...I think you've got a short attention span.
Me: Oh, yeah? I think you're just plain SHORT!
Her: SHUT UP! I AM NOT SHORT!!!
Yeah. I was relaying a conversation to a friend.
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Age : 28
Location : Hogwarts, Scottland.
House : Gryffindor
Registration date : 2008-10-09
Re: Under your Ctrl+V
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.
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.
Re: Under your Ctrl+V
Not that I'm saying that I'm incredibly smart but I usually don't mind stupid people unless they try to prove themselves smart by saying something that makes them seem idiotic.
SerpentInRed
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SerpentInRed
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Posts : 1001
Joined : 09 Oct 2008
Location : Hogwarts
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MudBlood_Mistress- Comp. Judge
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Location : Hogwarts, Scottland.
House : Gryffindor
Registration date : 2008-10-09
Re: Under your Ctrl+V
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
(=.=...why were you copying my info?)
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
(=.=...why were you copying my info?)
Re: Under your Ctrl+V
"Lildaani of Slytherin is awarded 20 HP for a House Banner."
I'm lazy and when I give points I just copy one of their previous awarded lines and change the point number and reason. xD
I'm lazy and when I give points I just copy one of their previous awarded lines and change the point number and reason. xD
Re: Under your Ctrl+V
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
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
Re: Under your Ctrl+V
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
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
Re: Under your Ctrl+V
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
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
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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
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
Re: Under your Ctrl+V
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
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
MudBlood_Mistress- Comp. Judge
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Re: Under your Ctrl+V
I'm glad you're not angry and happy that I've helped
(I was correcting one of the sentences from my reviews =.=...)
(I was correcting one of the sentences from my reviews =.=...)
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<a href="http://dragcave.net/viewdragon/G5R7"><img src="http://dragcave.net/image/G5R7.gif" style="border-width: 0" alt="Adopt one today!"/></a>
I would just like to say wow that has to be at least a day old. ><
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you smarty
from... an im.
I was plotting the downfall of the guy who gave me the nickname Toasty again. I can't believe him. *sigh*
from... an im.
I was plotting the downfall of the guy who gave me the nickname Toasty again. I can't believe him. *sigh*
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Re: Under your Ctrl+V
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
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
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