Once upon a time, there was an twisted lad. He heart ed a young maiden named Larla. But she didn't heart him back. So of course, as all stories go, the twisted lad named Lord Lukelan decided to FORCE her into marriage, and by that, I meant at swordpoint. So one day, Lukelan saw dear Larla passing by. He raced down the path, cape behind him, and said, while kneeling and holding her hand, "Larla, my dear, we are destined to be together." He had a red gleam in his twisted eyes, making Larla look away. Larla rolleyes ed her eyes. "Ugh, Luke...how many times do I have to tell you?! We are NOT destined. Not let me go, I have a cabbage patch to tend to." Lukelan stare ed. His voice shaking with anger and twisted ness, he replied, "Well, we'll have to fix that, WON'T we?"
...To be continued arrow
 l S R B · Wed Dec 03, 2008 @ 10:07pm · 2 Comments |
