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Post by GV$iill on Jan 12, 2011 13:25:51 GMT -5
to her ankle. Then she
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Post by Wasabi on Jan 12, 2011 15:55:34 GMT -5
screamed and tried to shake
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Post by GV$iill on Jan 12, 2011 18:05:26 GMT -5
a black widow off her
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Post by Wasabi on Jan 13, 2011 5:33:43 GMT -5
shoe. The black widow then
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Post by GV$iill on Jan 13, 2011 22:10:30 GMT -5
bit her right in the
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Post by Wasabi on Jan 14, 2011 7:12:33 GMT -5
Va-jay-jay. She then screamed and
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Post by Leanora Crowe on Jan 14, 2011 9:48:36 GMT -5
ran away, like the song.
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jan 14, 2011 16:58:04 GMT -5
Then, at midnight, a pack
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Post by Wasabi on Jan 15, 2011 6:27:42 GMT -5
Just as I'd thought in my head! I hoped that the next answer would be just like the song, and it was. Congratulations. (: of hungry werewolves scampered into
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jan 16, 2011 12:47:52 GMT -5
the field and howled at
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Post by Sophie-Senpi on Jan 16, 2011 16:48:56 GMT -5
an old witch who started
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Post by Wasabi on Jan 17, 2011 2:59:53 GMT -5
to cackle loudly and cast
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jan 20, 2011 16:51:39 GMT -5
a spell on the men
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Post by Wasabi on Jan 21, 2011 6:26:24 GMT -5
who were sipping chamomile tea
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jan 21, 2011 13:23:27 GMT -5
with coconut cream cake and
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