Last Login: 08/19/2013 10:06 am
|I can handle it like a retard handles a bowl of cherry jello, disgustingly while getting red stuff everywhere|
|Sabre Sex Wrote:|
I use my p***s to rob banks.
I run in and scream, "this is a stick up!" and the female teller replies, "it certainly is, baby."
Pants didn't exist.
|Gringotts Wizarding Bank Wrote:|
The sand strip is a peaceful, strange piece of creation. It's a long, simple bridge of sand-- nothing but beach for a hundred miles. It's the most important trade route in the realm. Hundreds have succumbed to drought there-- stranded next to the ocean with nothing to drink. You're one of very few who can live there. You have your secrets and your ways, finding water and food where there should be none. You sometimes guide weary travellers and assist them witthout their knowing. Later they claim to have seen a beautiful woman in a bikini, tanning on the sand strip.
Maybe she was just a mirage.
You mean like "Evian"?