Under your Ctrl+V

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Oh my god, He is going to kill me if he sees that.. Thank god he's not on here. xD! It was a joke between his girlfriend and mine.. Poorly Photo-shopped, I know.

☮☮☮☮☮

im wondering if this will even show up. peace!

(nothing)

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eh heck if i know...

Kurosai says (5:03 PM):
Vista is evil!


Um. . why did I copy that? haha

Raise The Flag

o.o okay I didn't know I had that copied.

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(I was PMing Marius about me chuckling about this in the "Common Board Terms." XD...)

AYSMDVF -- lisense plate game

your mother ask you to set up the table you try to magick the utensils into place.

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

A 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
and could never be counted remiss,
A voyeur would agree upon its stock
and their love no one could diss

AMAPRBS

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

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xD!!!! Sorries yall. Hope you guys like Sweeney Todd.

Bear Grylls

because it was mentioned in the AN of a fic I was reading and I couldn't for the life of me think who he was....

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

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 ... wait she ^ and then I <.... weird

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

Ew I stepped in something sticky

-.- ha ha my boyfriend and I went to the bay, he was walking back to the car and wasn't wearing shoes. Two guesses what he stepped in XD

BNMPEQB

(basically, just the line I use as a divider in stories)

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

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

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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