i whooped a gaggle of gander at the nala gala the other day. a day later my whoopin stick came up missing.
welcome to whose line where the games are made up and the points dont matter.
today has been perfect. have fun my fellow gnomes. or not just do you.
as a failed writer wanna-be, i will now curse the world with the bad stories and weird characters i come up with. i will not feel bad.
you are now thinking about what zarbon did to you were unconscious. have fun..
i know im weird im sorry. please bare with me. im not getting any better. i spell like shit.
gnomes love solitude and nature. knowing when danger is near, they find joy in trickery with the unexpecting.
yeayuh