The women mourned his departure and hid themselves from the ever falling rain for fear that their skin would rot and fall to the ground only to be eaten by fowl and rats.
He flew down the black asphault and smote all evil that befell him untill the one glorious minute of the ride when he was awarded a break from his duties as a lycra knight. His journey is too long for this tale, but perhaps in the future you all will be lucky enough to read more of the journeys into the dark and wet roads of Mordor.
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Oh...is that how the story went that day? I recall it was quite rainy. Melia has grown so much just since those pics were taken with Grandma. Vanilla Ice was prety cool.
ice ice baby...
Think of how you'll miss the disgusting putrid smell of HippyLand, and the swirling gusts of Hagard.:) But fortunately you'll always have the lycra knight to tell you stories. Oh Melia, how I miss you. Our reunion will be sweet and much anticipated. (I'm not as good as Dan !!)
Ice Ice Baby!!!
Sweet Story!!
too funny daniel. i used to think vanilla ice was hot but i've grown up since then!! ha ha ha
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