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Saturday, August 14, 2010

tHe sExy Tail of thu hAzmaT FairY


the hazmat fairy loved to wander in the weirding wood, discovering new creatures and sensations...


... but over time, she became bored and frustrated because there was no-one as special as her to play with...


one day there was a bright flash in the sky...


'oh no!!!' cried the fairy, 'whatever can have happened??'

'fear not,' cried a muffled but melodious voice


a post-apocalyptic gentleman had come to the weirding woods to seek shelter from the devastation in babylon.

he told the fairy the flash was just the last of the evil decaying forever.


but the gentleman was more interested in his research than in frolicing...

'h'm...' mused the fairy.


'I SHALL TRAP HIM!!!'


and they both lived happily ever after

• tHe End •

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