barelynangel
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okay i will start lol once a Master did the giving us words and we had to come up with a poem thing, here is my damage: Tarn, House, sleen, wench and sword A rather tipsy Master, once flew upon a Tarn Wielding His "sword" so mightly He entered His house, which was really his barn.. Stalking in so arrogantly He called for his wench, and took her to bed raped her well throughout the night, You can imagine his horror, when he woke sober and found his sleen snuggled with Him instead. okay we had less than 5 minutes lol to come up with something, so forgive me lol.
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