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Monday, 19 December 2005



WTF, indeed.

So the moral of the story is that men get depressed if they can't handle their own swords? But if they handle them too much, they go blind, I thought.

The winguts omitted the rest of the story's ending. The princess laughed her ass off at the poor, insecure kinight, wished him and his "maiden" a long happy life together, signed on to match.com and found a cool guy who loved to cook and had an aversion to weaponry of any kind. Or not. Maybe she stayed single forever. Maybe she found a bunch of guys. Or women. Whatever. Who knows how your lives will turn out, kids. Isn't that exciting? Isn't that better than some creepy story about swords and nooses?


Holy cow!!!! I have to go find my noose now....or better play with my sword!

Where on Earth did you find this crap!?

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