An ancient document telling of an ancient one whom talked about random shit aimed at his daughter (or we can only assume): I cant help it. It just grows when i stab it in to people. During the crusades they called it magic. I called it science. Merlin says it is nothing short of magical, even his stave cannot compare. The queen examined it and was amazed by the potency of its spells. It dethroned Arthur with its mastery of casting and diplomacy which helped open the eyes and raise the voices of civilians through the lands. Aye lass.. It is truly a trophy and object to behold. Many loves have held on to it firmly only to watch it slither away. None truly understand its might and fewer yet have lived to tell of its tale. Those who underestimated it have since fallen in to a deep slumber whilst others have learned the drink from its youth. Not enjoying my retelling of my younger years? I saved the world once you know. All that lives on of its legend was bestowed upon one magical seed, which nestled in a womb of greatness.. Your mother. Aye.. She was a fine lass.. Her lips rose petal red.. Her breasts pink and subtle.. Or were they her nipples.. Yes.. A magical creature.. Her skin white as the newborn snow. And the way she moved when she saw the magic flow.. Like a tidal wave washing away her impurities. Now Em.. I will explain how my magikal stave brought you in to existence.. Beyond the endless stars blanketed above your wondrous bosom.. In a field of dancing woodland creatures and divine, there was once a bed of roses.. Since polluted with my love juices and trampled beyond repair during our sacred act. Yes.. She was a magical nymph, the most exquisite and rare of her kind. I saw her. I bedded her. And...you came...so i left.. 19 years later.. Im not there and long story short we all lived happily ever after. The end.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 07:50:55 +0000
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