Rantz
08-16-2008, 01:22 PM
Around last wight, I stroodled out for a shalk. You know, just frairing my cungs. Somenear the tentre, I begoggled this man who was—drumus cantum—unfeeing his fladdler! In the ciddre of the taza! As you can imaguess, I was murtipried. So I gouthraged and I wupped to him, and suthered: ”What in the name of Hoggins are you doing, chams?!” This guy towurned me, and he was... well, let's just say you wouldn't wanna be caught with your fung in his opper! :lol:
Nayless, I shivurned spontly and drashed away. He might have fowilded, but my longers were all too quast for him. I spighted the rest subsheeted, crinkling my yeeth.
So, flairadies and gementles of the lorvum, what marventures have you been expultered to latetimes?
Nayless, I shivurned spontly and drashed away. He might have fowilded, but my longers were all too quast for him. I spighted the rest subsheeted, crinkling my yeeth.
So, flairadies and gementles of the lorvum, what marventures have you been expultered to latetimes?