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We stepped warily into the first room of

  • We stepped warily into the first room of the dungeon, weapons and eyes gleaming in the sputtering torchlight, following the marching order we had planned on: in front, the fighter,
  • had a 10-foot pole and was gingerly tapping the floor, our thief was examining the shadows and our wizard was using a detect magic spell. We took 2 hours to search the first room.
  • In the next room we found a clue to what we came for: our entire expedition of wizards, thieves and sanitation experts stood in awe in front of a single, tiny, booger, glowing with
  • arcane symbols and promising spoils and excrement spillage and/or spoilage. The Booger of Destiny we came to call it. Destiny was everybody's favourite stripper down in the coal
  • mines. She was a beautiful creature with a stunning figure and a positively voluptuous booty. She would make the coal miners swoon as she walked, her bottom covered in coal dust,
  • it was a real safety hazard, it ignited, destroying the whole mine," the state farm worker said, " "Fire ass' seen it covered it."
  • "Thank you for covering my ass," I said to the insurance salesman. With that, I felt free to shimmy out into the bright light of day again, knowing that any damage cause by my hot
  • tub antics at my father's funeral were covered. Odd of him to make me sign in my blood. He said it helped in identification. "DNA & stuff", Mustafa Lees had said, brimstone in his
  • britches brought him to study witchcraft, where he met his heir, my evil stepmother, Adalwolfa Ubel, a woman whose bosom contained the blood of pigs, upon which my father feasted.
  • Father always ate revolting crap, with bosom-sourced pig blood his latest passion. Before that it was bologna smeared with whipped cream. I really wish he’d go back to eating that!

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