Monday, December 12, 2016

ARROWS PIERCED THROUGH THE SIDE OF THE THATCHED ROOF COTTAGE

Arrows pierced through the side of the thatched roof cottage. Smoke was everywhere. If I couldn't turn into a purple mist soon and seep out through the thatched roof of this thatched roof cottage, I was going to be a corpsed up dead cadaver person before i could say twoallbeefpattiesspecialsaucelettucechessepicklesoniononaseassmeseedbun. I closed my eyes and concentrated real hard and went urrrnnngggggghh. A large beard pushed right on out of my chin, sprouting like time lapse footage in a nature documentary. Obviously that was the wrong kind of unngggghhhh.

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