09-24-2009, 05:50 PM
twenty 2 blonde moons ago a 10 man group of nag snatches blew wind in the sails of their geat granfathers tears to find the stink mansion in which their legacy was safekept by a black eyed signet holder.
only 3 days into the journey, stgnai mor'bleoude the octishark sniffed a trickle of their fears and insecurities that the threw into the ocean in the forms of vomit form being anti-sober off of the smirnoff ice blue cordella g. 44 they nabb-snacked from the commodore in his journey to save lilly legs.
blood beach was only 4 days ahead and stgnai showed no signs of lowing. if only our two-twoed corsairs knew how to navigate through a mans mind of madness