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Panda-of-Infernum

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
  • Jan 23
  • Canada
  • Deviant for 12 years
  • He / Him
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Super Llama: Llamas are awesome! (14)
One day my Uncle Griffin and my Aunt Ashleigh said they would take me and my sister Brenden on a trip to Dallas, and the state: drunk.. "You will love Dallas, and the state: drunk.," said Aunt Ashleigh. "It is famous for its wild Bradleys, its pink flowers, and its beautiful furiously masturbating hills." "I hope you packed plenty of deviled eggs for the ride," said Uncle Griffin. "It will probably take us 666 hours." So we all piled into Uncle Griffin and Aunt Ashleigh's Grifin's mom. At first the trip was really dark. We sang "69 Bottles of you don't want to know on the Wall." Then we counted the dogs that we saw whistling in the fields
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Slash-fiction will always be a mockery of written language, but I want to know how people feel about general fan-fiction around these parts.
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Last night, as I sat in the dungeon full of reanimated corpses eating baked stoners (think about that) and watching Gruffy the Vampire Slayer, the telephone rang. When I picked it up, I heard a(n) singing sound. It was my dull friend Gruffy's friend from Lougheed. He told me that he couldn't solve the one and a quarter problems that Master Splinter had assigned for homework. I'm pretty mutated in math, so it took me only at least five, eighty at the most minutes to figure out the answers. "These problems are easy!" I told him. "Use your harmonica made from old VHS tapes." "It's broken!" he said. "I think my your mother died over it." "Then
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Thanks for the fav!
No Prob! Your art has come a very long way! Keep it up.
Happy Birthday man B)
Oh hay I know you! ~
Thanks for the watch and the fave!