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The Wizard of Odds is a classic story in the hearts and minds of millions who have cherished it. A true piece of Americana, this story has reached out to the hearts and minds of millions who have cherished it. Our story starts with young Dorothy, who is staying on her aunt's plantation during the bombing of London in World War II. While she helps around the farm with odd jobs, such as feeding swine or moving cinder blocks, she also gets some free time to explore. One day she was exploring and came across an old shack. The inside smelled of mothballs, and there were fur coats hanging around everywhere. A man was sitting at a desk inside, himself wearing a fur coat, and was staring at a crystal ball. He gave Dorothy a flute and told her that when she played it, a tornado would come and carry her away to a mystic land. Now when she returned to the plantation she went to tell her brothers and sisters. Her brother, a cowardly lion named Aslan mocked her and called her stupid. However Aslan himself had been to the old man's shack, who had given him a sword to assist him on his quest. He was also given Turkish delight, which he kept in a quarter of a heart shaped box. So Lucy decided she would prove it to them, and took the flute and played this song: up, up, down, down, left, right, b, a, select start. At that moment they were transported to the land of Odds and each was given 30 lives. If they should die, the Emperor's magic from before the dawn of time would provide them with a continue. And then blah blah blah happens and the Wiked Narnia witch takes the form of a talking beaver and Santa Claus flies in on a sled led by flying monkeys and so the moral of the story is this: What goes around, comes around. I swear by Apollo the Physician and Asclepius and Hygieia and Panaceia and all the gods, and goddesses, making them my witnesses, that I will fulfill according to my ability and judgment this oath and this covenant: To hold him who has taught me this art as equal to my paren |
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And you're on? |
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I'd like to think so? |
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i would like to know more |
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u fucking liar |
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dont u want to know some of these things???? |
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stories are ridiculous. what insane thing have we been trying to construct. we could have just sat around doing nothing instead but we_couldnt. what kind of itch is this? |
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My balls itch, but that's just crabs |
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PS: tina turnstile... you sound hott. Baby I bet you got the stankest butt. Can you make me an avatar from your nipple. Thnx in advanced. |
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