Originally posted by WrathfulDwarf
Do it before I go to bed.You have to include boobs or I won't go to sleep.
Okay, it starts out on a cold Winter's day. There was this woman WITH HUGE BOOBS HANGING OUT!!!, and her name was Elsa. She had stole the part of my brain that would allow me to come up with the idea to make a TH smiley.
Okay, I'll skip several hundred pages and just read you the end.
As I held her cold dead body in my arms, the dragon of Igornath swept down and dropped the missing part of my brain. I gave her up to the dragon, as was the plan. Off they went, the earth shaking in the dragon's wake, and all the little people of Duranigalla came out of hiding. They knew their world was safe. They integrated my brain piece back into my head.
Two days later, I sat there, pondering what it all meant. As the cold night crept into the land, I began my journey down the long trail back to the village from my favorite thinking spot under the old Gallow's Oak. I knew then that I was destined for that great journey. The queen was meant to die, meant to be brought back to her world. Destiny overshadowed anything else, as the prophet Unabi imagined. It was then that I returned to my bungalow and made a Tired Hiker smilie for the very first time.
THE END
Originally posted by =Tired Hiker=
Okay, it starts out on a cold Winter's day. There was this woman WITH HUGE BOOBS HANGING OUT!!!, and her name was Elsa. She had stole the part of my brain that would allow me to come up with the idea to make a TH smiley.Okay, I'll skip several hundred pages and just read you the end.
As I held her cold dead body in my arms, the dragon of Igornath swept down and dropped the missing part of my brain. I gave her up to the dragon, as was the plan. Off they went, the earth shaking in the dragon's wake, and all the little people of Duranigalla came out of hiding. They knew their world was safe. They integrated my brain piece back into my head.
Two days later, I sat there, pondering what it all meant. As the cold night crept into the land, I began my journey down the long trail back to the village from my favorite thinking spot under the old Gallow's Oak. I knew then that I was destined for that great journey. The queen was meant to die, meant to be brought back to her world. Destiny overshadowed anything else, as the prophet Unabi imagined. It was then that I returned to my bungalow and made a Tired Hiker smilie for the very first time.
THE END
Yay!!!!!
Good night TH. 🙂