"Meow Meow Meow Meeeeooooow" Gary sang..
"Looks like Gary has been listening to Linkin Park again," said Spongebob.
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"Meow Meow Meow Meeeeooooow" Gary sang..
"Looks like Gary has been listening to Linkin Park again," said Spongebob.
Once upon a time java didnt have her morning coffee
THE END.
Yesss i did muahaha
I was born as an armrest, than grow up in a paddleboard, than surf board, than windsurf, than canoa, then finally kayak.
Still loong road to offshore powerboat......
Bjorn..the chap who stands in Kraag is me Dad. He never told me who me Mam is but I have my suspicions. I have no ambitions now..in fact I spend most of my time chatting to Eva.. the cloakroom attendant and moaning with Dad. I often visit Krodo, a nice little chappie who deserves a better master and sometimes I kill things in Maus because people ask me to. I hate Kracken.. let's face it those sharks walking about on the beach are freaky. Sharks are scary enough when they're submerged in their natural habitat. I'm not brave and haven't the foggiest notion what my purpose in Arlor is. Maybe I'm the village idiot.
Uh-oh. With reference to my previous post, I have just received a rather irate message (via Watson) from Quimby. He has quite rightly pointed out to me that he holds the title of village idiot. I'll just have to think of something else to do. Erm..tap tap tap..maybe the bard and I could become song writers or I could encourage Birgit to go jogging along with Gypsy Rose. Give fashion tips to Dorte and Karin. Organise a union for servants. That poor Troll in Ydra for instance has been terribly mistreated.
She was slumbering, wrapped it the safety of a mighty Oak, blissfully unaware. Dreaming of soft sunlight and gentle breezes. She did knot sense the evil that trudged heavily through her woods, breaking saplings with his careless stride.
Sparks flew from the cursed weapon in his hand, falling apon the land, bursting into flames as he went. Soon the forest was ablaze and her beloved tree burned around her.
She was forced to abandon her sanctuary and was thrust into a world filled with injustice and evil beings. She would go forth and gather strength to battle that which would obliterate all that was good and joyful. A great and mighty bow at her back and daggers at her hip.
If you see her, tis best to bough and wish her speed and luck. Back away slowly and leaf her to the task at hand.
(Puns intended)
There once lived a warrior. (She hadn’t turned rogue yet ;) ) Some fellow comrades called her a knight. Her town was in danger...the king had ordered a decree that all newborn dragons were to be killed. He wanted all dragons DEAD. His law decreed it so; dragons were made from the purest of magic...normally with the evilest of intentions. Anyone seen hoarding a dragon was to be executed immediately.
One day this warrior stumbled onto a nesting ground. There was an unprotected green egg laying in her midst. She picked it up, feeling the warmth the dragon sought her. This warrior took it home with her, keeping it by her side. It soon hatched, and a dragon appeared. He had the brightest green glow you have ever seen. His eyes were the result of a dragon lord’s breath. The warrior named him Gymn.
The warrior’s name was Tipper. Upon finding the dragon, she knew her quest was complete. He was the last dragon on the face of the earth that had been untouched by human hands. But she also knew that in finding this dragon, she had risked her life.
When the king found out about this young warrior, he sent a sorcerer to kill her. Tipper had to flee. She packed up her belongings and left...never to be heard of again.
The end :P
BROAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA!! that ll explain my story.
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Sorry for the necro (knot) !