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A/N: I will exchange my laundry for your laundry, no questions asked, but only if you REVIEW!!!!
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"But, Dad," he ventured timidly, "what about Mom's pussy?" "That's not funny!" Dad snapped. "I suspect someone else is feeding it, because I haven't seen hide nor hair of it for weeks!" --National Lampoon
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Part One - Revolutionary chickens
It was the beginning of the sixth year, and Hermione was so breathtakingly beautiful that I cannot even write about it.
Draco's silver-blond penis and testicles were just too exquisitely beautiful. I cannot write about them, either. Really.
Nobody talks much about Ron or Harry in these kinds of stories, do they?
Anyway, everyone went on a field trip to China. Instantly they were cursed by peasants after they suddenly Apparated on their farm and trampled their only chickens. And when I say cursed, I mean cursed. An army of angry revolutionary chickens, followed by their slaves who were a slew of angry computer science majors, came out of nowhere and attacked the students!
Because they could read their auras and knew they ate chicken at Hogwarts for dinner every night, and the chickens HAD JUST HAD IT WITH THE IMPERIALIST PIGS!
"But we were hungry!" Hermione cried, as one rogue hen bit into her forefinger. She flailed around madly, and a rogue CS major bit her other fingers with his unbrushed teeth, cramming all nine of her free fingers into his filthy mouth.
Draco was busy protecting his genitalia.
Harry was the only one who had the sense to use his wand, but someone coldcocked him with dung.
It was getting desperate. . . .
Ende
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PS: I will also swap the contents of my fruit and vegetable drawer with you, no questions asked, if you will please just review this damn thing.
A/N: I will exchange my laundry for your laundry, no questions asked, but only if you REVIEW!!!!
******
"But, Dad," he ventured timidly, "what about Mom's pussy?" "That's not funny!" Dad snapped. "I suspect someone else is feeding it, because I haven't seen hide nor hair of it for weeks!" --National Lampoon
******
Part One - Revolutionary chickens
It was the beginning of the sixth year, and Hermione was so breathtakingly beautiful that I cannot even write about it.
Draco's silver-blond penis and testicles were just too exquisitely beautiful. I cannot write about them, either. Really.
Nobody talks much about Ron or Harry in these kinds of stories, do they?
Anyway, everyone went on a field trip to China. Instantly they were cursed by peasants after they suddenly Apparated on their farm and trampled their only chickens. And when I say cursed, I mean cursed. An army of angry revolutionary chickens, followed by their slaves who were a slew of angry computer science majors, came out of nowhere and attacked the students!
Because they could read their auras and knew they ate chicken at Hogwarts for dinner every night, and the chickens HAD JUST HAD IT WITH THE IMPERIALIST PIGS!
"But we were hungry!" Hermione cried, as one rogue hen bit into her forefinger. She flailed around madly, and a rogue CS major bit her other fingers with his unbrushed teeth, cramming all nine of her free fingers into his filthy mouth.
Draco was busy protecting his genitalia.
Harry was the only one who had the sense to use his wand, but someone coldcocked him with dung.
It was getting desperate. . . .
Ende
******
PS: I will also swap the contents of my fruit and vegetable drawer with you, no questions asked, if you will please just review this damn thing.
