It were a big old similar to him reaped of fecal follies. With the sun at his back the large man stopped into the wooden door frame and yes dear reader it was fucking Hagrid! “Oops” the oaf gargled as if he was under Lester. He stumbled forth across the threshold and doctor Wallace could see immediately both why the big boi had been late and why his voice sounded so off. By George (not boy George) he was spitting up blood and had wounds all over him! He fell to the floor and whispered “hurry now mate they are following me. They are…” he sighed and darted really loud . “Blimey that shit stinks holy fuck blimey” Wallace contorted his face and tried to help the large Slab of man . Looking past the giant, Wallace saw down the street that a groups of daroncloaked figure were jittering towards his office like glitchy gremlins in fucking fact they were gremolims from aftuallynwaot they were goblins from gringotra fucking bank. They could not use wands but they were right nasty little buggers and as no Rowling had written them they were kind of like the people kanye did not like but in MY story dear reader they were simple tiny folk with pointy ears and pierced nipples and sticky little legs that moved quick and looked a little silly. They were dressed like leather daddies and the sun was setting now but Wallace could see that they were high level goblins because they had triple nipple clamps and they was wearing them apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur, and had the whole club lookin at a her. They grinned and their pointy teeth shown like candy corn daggers. The situation was dire. Graspiong for ideas of what to do the bald old bastard known for his explouts in cheese was scared.
This was pissing me off until I saw the Live Feet Cam
It were a big old similar to him reaped of fecal follies. With the sun at his back the large man stopped into the wooden door frame and yes dear reader it was fucking Hagrid!
“Oops” the oaf gargled as if he was under Lester. He stumbled forth across the threshold and doctor Wallace could see immediately both why the big boi had been late and why his voice sounded so off. By George (not boy George) he was spitting up blood and had wounds all over him! He fell to the floor and whispered “hurry now mate they are following me. They are…” he sighed and darted really loud .
“Blimey that shit stinks holy fuck blimey” Wallace contorted his face and tried to help the large Slab of man .
Looking past the giant, Wallace saw down the street that a groups of daroncloaked figure were jittering towards his office like glitchy gremlins in fucking fact they were gremolims from aftuallynwaot they were goblins from gringotra fucking bank. They could not use wands but they were right nasty little buggers and as no Rowling had written them they were kind of like the people kanye did not like but in MY story dear reader they were simple tiny folk with pointy ears and pierced nipples and sticky little legs that moved quick and looked a little silly. They were dressed like leather daddies and the sun was setting now but Wallace could see that they were high level goblins because they had triple nipple clamps and they was wearing them apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur, and had the whole club lookin at a her. They grinned and their pointy teeth shown like candy corn daggers.
The situation was dire. Graspiong for ideas of what to do the bald old bastard known for his explouts in cheese was scared.