Under your Ctrl+V

[by Elle]

Easy enough game, and can often bring out some rather amusing results. All you have to do is press "Ctrl v" and whatever you have saved on your thingy, or have recently copy pasted will appear.

Here is mine: (it took me nearly 3 minutes to realise what this actually came from, lol. Just another of my random convos.)

Is that the prince? I don't actually remember his name, hence I said I would take anthing, even "That Prince Guy" lol.

You can go anyway.

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Dragon codes. Unsurprising as I just posted them on livejournal.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3833317/1/The_Lioness_Diaries

(it's the not made into a link here link for my story that I submitted to the Wiz)

‘Mate, Snape’s obviously not in a good mood. I’m glad you’re the one going, no me,’ Ron told him, sounding grateful. Harry stifled the urge to give Ron a good poke in the forehead with his wand, and shrugged.

(Some of the fic I'm writing.)

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

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4446250/1/Monday_Morning_After

lol... shamelessly plugging myself to someone *blushes*

It's all fun and games, jumping in muddy puddles, but what happens when you jump in the wrong one and all you make is a big mess? Well, Kattalin and her friends have done just that ... and now it's up to them to fix it ...


whoa ... my summary ...

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

“Try not to mess up the classroom too much, alright, you two?”


Hah! Part of SIR's Story! xD I posted a review and totally C+P'd. I forgot! xD

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

(nothing)

The bastard. Can't he see I'm having an internal war here?

(A snippet from my latest chapter.)

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3833317/1/The_Lioness_Diaries.... hey its my story... agian... still

http://www.studentaffairs.columbia.edu/admissions/visiting/tours.php

Blech college. =/

Phoenixproductions05

Oh, someone I was searching for on YouTube.

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 eatten her brother and he was picking his teeth....... hehehe its the add three game

Code:

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eh some pic codes for a diff topic....the sex one. ><

fair maiden, lain to rest, her hair in the locke,
Waits for her prince to give her a kiss.
Alas, poor fate is set by the clock,
And they fell together into the abyss.
When they land they shall find it a shock
It was really a bit hard to miss
To find a creature separated from it's flock
As if it was in a moment of bliss
But time was racing against the clock
for her to find the one she'd miss
before he fell on top of a rock
leaving her there to reminisce,
when they had a love no one could mock
And they sealed it with a kiss
Indeed, their kiss was the strongest lock

from the bard's game

“I think someone should remind them that the Headmistress hates blood on her floors.” Bluebird began to laugh - his voice ringing like a choir of bells. Gabriel smirked and turned his attention back to the fight. One of the combatants had lost a paw and it lay severed and twitching as it reverted to a human hand. He eyed it curiously - losing interest in the fight in favour of watching the shifting process. A scowl formed when one of the opponent’s pack snapped it up and swallowed it whole.

Blood splattered the floor as the pair continued to fight without pause. Lycans in their beast forms were capable of almost instant limb regeneration and a hairless paw was forming on the ruined stump even as the two werewolves reared up to grapple with each other once again. Still, Gabriel hadn’t had the privilege of examining the transformation process in-depth and resented having the opportunity snatched away.

He was in his second year at the Academy (formally, it was called Lilaandi’s Academia Magus) and already he was growing bored with the curriculum - although the atmosphere remained as entertaining as ever. The Academy was built on the ruins of what had once been Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria, Germany. Rather, it was built on the ruins of the castle in a pocket dimension separate from Earth’s own reality. It was a rather finicky bit of magic and absolutely terrifying in its enormity. They said that the Headmistress, Lilaandi, had been the one to create the new dimension but no one could confirm it. It didn’t stop anyone from speculating though.


(that is...a bit of Original Fiction i was uncertain about. I had to have written it about 8 times.... oh! And i used the oft-mispelled version of Lildaani's name for a character. ^^; Hope you don't mind Lild.....)

(nothing)

Mind? I think it's awesome! XD

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

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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... gosh love games or I"d never have anything to put here! hahaha

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

6. How truthful are voter surveys? What is meant by the term “activist?” What are the four categories of limited forms of participation? Who among these categories is more likely to participate? What factors do the authors provide to explain that college educated people tend to vote in higher numbers than anyone else? In your opinion, why do you think college educated people tend to vote in higher numbers? Is there a relationship between mistrust or distrust in government and declining voter turnout?

Ooooh, ouch. Homework lol.