It's cold outside, the full moon peaks sneaky sneakily like through the thick clouds. It's cold, colder then usual for this time of year. Some say that it has been the coldest year in overr 60 years. I really do not know why anyone would care, I don't think it effects house prices or anything. Reminds me of some interesting person telling me about their love exity8 level what's a ma thing, doing level f to poop, or something to that affect. Sorry about that, I am trying to say that it is cold outside. But that is outside, we are inside. It's warm, musky, crowded and the its where all the fantasy folk go when they need to let go, and don an Afro.
There he is, Archibald the werewolf, surrounded by his werepoodle bitches. But he's not sleazy, well not too sleazy. Think of him as the guy behind the counter at your local green grocer, okay you have me he's pretty sleazy. He's wearing a pin stripe suite, top 2 buttons on his shirt are open, with some chest fur peaking out, not quite as much as the green grocer though. Now the good bit, the werepoodles. They are typical sleazy guy paid for company...... not sure if I should describe them it may offend some and the scary thing is it may excite a few who find the idea of a poodle lady appealing.
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Sorry what were you, woof, woof arooo, sorry just day dreaming a bit there.
Not sure where that was going, but it could of had everything, clowns on unicycles, intrigue, suspense watrmelons filled with vodka, monkeys in bikinis and romance, crowmance, cheese and more cheese. The rude word of the day is bum partgoing
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