by Ghost147 » Fri Dec 13, 2013 5:55 pm
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Adjacent to the dingo, James bolted through never ending shrubberies. Night began, having a grown dingo following Mr.James' masculine ass - now bruised - meant nothing short of little lollipops smelting in the summers heat.
"Do only naughtiness!" Friar Tuck proclaimed. Knowing another happy boy friend made little dingo smile. It was the smell of him that made him frown.
"A goal is not always meant to be reached, it often serves simply as something to aim at."
~Bruce Lee