I am riding a llama through the forest of Neanderthals. Wondering why in the world the ghosts of time are not passing me as I feed my llama, named Blankey, the fruits of forgetfulness as I trot along the road to Umbrellaville. But, wait a moment, what is this I see in the distance? IT CAN'T BE! I fear it might be the troll of Knottingham on his way to meet me on my journey and thwart my plans of living amung the trees of tallness. O.O I must gallop away quickly on my trusty Blankey!! "Run, Run like your kool-aid depends on it young blankey!!!" We are now running away so that the troll can not catch us. Still running. still running... catching.. our ... breath... and now running again.. and... we are.... safe! "Whew!! That was a close one blankey!" And the day is saved once again, thanks to the Powerpuff Girls! Dun dun du-du-duuuuuu... wooo wooooo woooo bling!!!
~Otatop :)
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