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Witches have soo gone down hillOk, so i see this hot goth looking chick right. So i naturally hit on her cause i am a wolf :3
So at some point she goes like: I am a witch \o/
By the way she said that, i think she wanted to impress me or something.
I go: ok, no biggie
The she starts by asking what i think of the "dark lord", and develops the subject by proclaiming her everlasting devotion to him or some new age shit in the lines of that.
I go: all hail Satan, lol
She is like: so you r really ok with that?!?
Me: yea, i don t care.
Then i figure i check her knowledge of the craft, am i right guis )
So i ask:
-Can you levitate stuff?
Her: No that s not what...
-Can you brew me awesome poisoned elixirs )
Her: I am a white witch we don t...
I stop her: So then you r either not a witch and just an attention whore or a retarded witch?
You suck, GTFO \o/
She left raging all the way, HO HO HO >
Problem is i got so caught up in her failings as a witch i forgot to bang her first.
So how can i get her back for some s
Harvest KingIt was a happy little child, innocent and pure, sheltered in all things by his parents, their only child.
Now, fate was not kind to them, giving them a boy that was less then most(retarded).
Alas where most would have despaired they rejoiced in the child they wanted and it was joy for them where others would despair.
Things progressed as things do and the boy grew to the age of a man, but he had the mind of a good child, and the soul of one as well.
His parents grew old and week, his mother gone first.
He(Leonard) and his dad kept the family shop, a little fish shop in the village(more like a small town with the village bit at the outskirts) market.
His dad was worried about what would happen to Leonard after he too would leave. So he did everything in his power to teach Leonard how to manage the shop.
His dad: - Just tend to our shop son and everything will be alright.
-Whatever happens just take care of this shop.
What his dad never took into consideration was the nature of man... bu
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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