While Lancelot was flying towards new horizons, in a village on the edge of the forest (a bit 'like the Smurfs) was organizing a birthday party (any reference to events or characters from other stories like the lord of the rings is purely coincidental, eh ... if you say something you send Marilyn Manson at home and see who is right then. [noooooooooooooo (required) oooooooooooooooooooooo (moved)
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Wasp ... send Bill Kaulitz ... ehehehehe [evil laugh ... tokio hotel muaaaaaa cracked ... (I write) aaaaaaaaaaaaa!] or send to the monk who does not wash for a lifetime (yes, ok, but nn is a story about these two shady characters? Then we eat them from the dragon makes you six happy ok?) ... I think is more frightening ... or crap? (I decide when someone will accuse me. Levati mo) Marilyn Manson Viva! Yeah! I Do not Like The Drugs (But The Drugs Like Me!) Yeahhhh!! Yes, you see. Shoo ... ah finally.
(go to the footnotes of page ... yes, that's right, there are also notes at bottom of page! We are serious!)
Okay, I was saying ... he was planning this birthday party, but it was not a party any, was the feast of the king's daughter! It was the sixteenth birthday girl, so maybe a move would be to marry a scion that otherwise would remain an old maid to do her knitting. The mayor's daughter named Wendy-name shit, you know. But it is a princess, t expect? A fancy name as Claudia Maria Lucia Nicola Guglielma Third? -
(I still refer to the footnotes of page .. you always want to figure this one out!)
was a haunting beauty, and so the father did not want to marry her in the first come, but only to those who would prove able to overcome difficult trials. And here you wonder why the fathers are never their dicks. X should force poor people to break the love of his daughters ... Mah .. (Just a moment. The beauty matters, but also your wallet ... Ok end of the speech by social climber)
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For that reason he had been locked in his room for days and days trying to concoct something ... But it had not occurred to nothing (ahah. Father .. with a little imagination). He could not do spells routine, because the witch of the country was in a spa treatment to make a wrinkle, and it was too expensive to get close to that of the country (Father stingy). The fairies and the elves were busy for their cabbages. Toads do not to kiss n 'were, as were all cooked in brine because it wanted the traditional dish of the country, and all the princes of the realm were engaged in their favorite activities (activities that do not currently included traditional hunting princess )
who was watching the world hunting the dragon, who was the hairdresser to get to the permanent, who was the blacksmith to get a tooth ... Who was now dispersed into the forest to give vent to their obsession for hunting . You may ask: why then did not like all fathers of fairy tales and not he locked his daughter in a cursed castle with a dragon guarding the drawbridge? Of course we had tried. But let's say it was not happy memories for the poor king. In summary, ten minutes after making her locked up, had been plunged into the house of those helpline, social services and Licia Colo, who was in search of the Komodo dragons and had a little 'lost. All 'initiative was taken to the dragon Piero Angela and had planned to make him fall on the cavern (conflict of' interests even if the fields are not exactly the same, but anything goes), but then she realized that the 'be face had neither the bulbous nose and even the 'air of a lively scientific popularizer, despite the ripe old age, and was covered in scales. And then he had not even seen trace of his son Alberto. It still had the opportunity to denounce the poor to the WWF, which had launched a petition against the exploitation of lizards flamethrower. So the father found himself back to square one with an extra fine to be paid, the types of wwf chained to the drawbridge, a pair of permanent inspectors in the castle which monitors other attempts to jail the young girl, and a dragon that around the house, all for the joy of his daughter to marry and to start churning out babies much preferred listening to music and gossiping with friends.
So what can we do? The father was not alone via d 'output.
also prevailed at that time the custom to host the tallest tower in the castle (or moldy in the basement, or just outside the perimeter of the castle, according to availability) men of extraordinary knowledge holders. In short, the brains of the 'old type Merlin, Pico della Mirandola ... People of this paper. Well, even the good father, not wanting to disgrace, he had adopted one. His name was Lerch, and was his trusted advisor, an engineering genius that just was not the cube, but was however affected by the syndrome of genius ... and it is not cared about his personal relationships, her personal hygiene and do not cured even people in general considered as the rest of humanity a mass of goats. There is also to say that was not Mr. Universe and smelled much, so we say that the rest of mankind, which had a much more pleasant smell of him and of course (with rare exceptions) was more humble, he was grateful for his choice. But not too much on dilunghiamoci Lerch. The King said, he sent Lerch in his rooms (bad mistake, sire), and after having connected the gas mask, let him:
"My lord, I already know everything, and I took the liberty to work out a solution to your problem giustappunto ... What I am going to explain ... "said the adviser, and his breath became instantly dried geraniums on the tower from 'other part of the castle. This of course after the mid-dry trees in the garden. Note the fact that the windows were closed. The King saw it, and to avert an ecological disaster, hastened to say:
"My credit counselor, I think all this has fatigued. Now I was going to rest. What would you say to write what your brain has developed immensely during this period of time so that I can read it when I wake up (of course ended in a suit fallout, I think) and make a decision about what to do? "NO!", Then shrieked, as Lerch had mentioned that to open his mouth. "Not a word! Oil elbow! So I said, and so will ... "And he hastened to push out the shady characters and open the windows to change the 'air, making it dry half of the trees survived, making the seizures come to the gardener who was trying to understand what had happened 50% of the trees of the garden.
** Footnotes page. This story was written with the help of my sister .... It is not a joke, the 'Marilyn Manson is passionate about her. Thanks sister for everything you do for me. With the public, thanks. * s' bows * But enough with the gushing. Give back the eyeliner that I've screwed up.
Wasp
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