She had a voice of an angel with a sore throat.

She had a voice of an angel with a sore throat.
Not only that, but she had the throat of a water tribe warrior.
Not only that, but she had a HUGE, ridiculously hairy, anus. And it smelled disgusting.
But that is the cross that all Yeti must bear. For that reason and that reason alone, they walk in solitude. They are barefoot because Prada doesn't make shoes in their size.
The Yeti are good at designing shoes, but their clumsy (sorry if I'm offending any Yeti out there!) fingers prevent them from actually making those intricate patterns that
pleases the princess. Which is all a very roundabout way of explaining why you're about to bedazzle 74 pairs of ice slippers for the princess's ball later tonight. Ready ... go.
Each pair must be polished by hand. And the Ice House is not a place to go in the winter. The locks may freeze and you find there's no way out. The princess had to choose whether
to pee by the Schlitz beer or over behind the kegs. Each had their pros and cons. The kegs felt especially cold upon an unsuspecting heiny but it was out of view of her bodyguard.
But peeing on the Schlitz beer would feel nostalgic recalling days of cheap beer & student dares.. Finally she settled with peeing in her pants which warmed things up considerably.

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