THE MEANING TO LIFE IS THAT OF THE SNAILCHOOKPOSSUMFISHMOOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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OKAYS MY LOVELIES, HERE ARE THE DETS.

THIS IS A JOINT ACCOUNT STARTED BY TWO FRIENDS, ONE KNOWN AS MICHELLE AND ONE KNOWN AS FACKLEFACE (In honor of the person who apparently owns our email account)

Our first story shall be known as Destiny . . . . Pfft YEAH RIGHT. It shall be named: 'Wings of Change and Thoughts of Gold'. this story is quite obviously a collaboration between both FACKLEFACE and MICHELLE, but any other stories posted on the account shall be named according to which author wrote them.

HAPPY READING!!!!

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STORY NOTICES:

- As of now, we have yet to post one ;P

SUPER FHUN TYM

"I do not much care for your beard," murmured Horace's eyes mysteriously.

"DANCE THEN WHERE EVER YOU MAY BE ~! I AM THE LORD OF THE DANCE-" said Will's eyes in a vagrant reply.

"I have no idea what happened last night, but I appear to have a lamb rack shoved down my pants," Gilan's eyes interjected mildly.

"Shall I make us a spot of breakfast then, old chaps?" inquired Halt's eyes in the most subtle of tones.

'Very well I shall conceed defeat to the giraffes, but only as to catch them unawares at a later date," sighed Will's eyes agreeably.