Twas the night before Halloween and all through the crypt, not a monster was stiring not even a stiff...I was wondering around in the dungeon you see looking to find some one to hang out with me, when there rose such a clatter, I through open a window to see what was a matter, the villagers had all gathered together with torches and leather...their pitch forks all sharp and keen...it was a horrible mob never before seen...they pounded on the door not once but twice...hell it even woke up the dungeon mice... it was time to think about escape..so I grabbed my long flowing cape... out the chimney I went...the villagers wrath for me it was meant... well since I can not think of another word....ill leave you this to continue this little ....turd?
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 14:48:03 +0000
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