[by day break they would arrive in] Sicily, the first leg of their journey(continued from 25545294)
>>25547324https://files.catbox.moe/dexgb7.pdf
“I’m a male elf, you degenerate” Dobby
said all of the sudden. Byron laughed
, seemingly she had read his mind, somehow.
“I noticed when you tried kissing me”
"I was kissing the piss addled trramp"
The cutaneous disease had taken its grip.
WHERE ARE YOU AND IM SO SORRY
Dobby unsheathed his elongated throbbing elf cock
while loudly singing miss you by blink182
I CANNOT SLEEP I CANNOT DREAM TONITE
"Prepare thyself my sweet Byron" Dobby whispered
Byron up and fled down the carriage-aisle
“Mannn, put dat shit away, there’s keeds”
said the tramp who had woken up.
But put it away, Dobby would not
in fact, she brought out two more.
"Oh you a real wise guy huh"
>>25547809Said a turnpike passenger with fists up.
Consider the lilies of the field, how
the larks sing bravely in the sky,
scarce heard amidst the elf's cries below.
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
The train (THUNK!) collided with an Indian!
splashing shit all over the surrounding area
Oh cruel fate! Could Byron’s liberator transform
, he would fly away like mighty Phoebus!
I, Chuddius Maximus, son to a murdered
dark-eyed Thailand red light district whore,
am gay! Get me off this train!
But da train not have no doors.
Everyone realized they were actually on Snowpiercer
but in tha alley, if instead of
Meemaw’s malignant phantom kissed fleeing Byron’s cheek
>>25547992there were an altogether indifferent and discordant
Then the buttrapings began, regular and frequent
>>25548015, punishing anons who didn’t understand English grammar.
>>25548019For punishing is what gooners intimately want.
But love is what we all want.
and love don't live in tha butt
unless your Indian, whom are profoundly fond
>>25547730
of gooning their days away in raw bliss.
Dobby had finally been caged and interrogated.
In the port of Amsterdam, theres a
faded green cargo container, seemingly abandoned but
not really, actually. It's full of tiny
sailors who sing of the dreams that
Dobby recites to them, begging for freedom.
Never made it as a wise man
couldnt hack it as cannon fodder either
so it's a seaman's life for meeeee~
"boy do i like wet and woody
situations, especially if there's plenty of seamen
hot, steamy, brahmin, everything you like etc
including Subway Footlong Italian BMT toasted,
by which I mean an Italian's peen!"
It's time to discuss the weather. Tonight,
if you leave your window open, autumn
will drift through, unobtrusively. Low of 64,
high of 128 and eventually a shitton
Tae kwon do, proved more deadly than defensive
