Anonymous ID: d8dfbf Nov. 4, 2021, 7:16 p.m. No.14927037   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7044 >>7059

>>14927014

>>shadow salad gets greek lubes

 

>GREEK LUBES INCREASES PROXY TOSSERS HANDJOBS BEFORE JEW NOODLE SUCKIN

BIGLY THICK FINGERS THROBBINGLY PROXY TOSSER SALAD WITH GREEK LUBES AND CHEESE JOBS BEFORE JEW NOODLE SUCKIN

Anonymous ID: d8dfbf Nov. 4, 2021, 7:17 p.m. No.14927044   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>14927037

>>>shadow salad gets greek lubes

 

>>GREEK LUBES INCREASES PROXY TOSSERS HANDJOBS BEFORE JEW NOODLE SUCKIN

 

>BIGLY THICK FINGERS THROBBINGLY PROXY TOSSER SALAD WITH GREEK LUBES AND CHEESE JOBS BEFORE JEW NOODLE SUCKIN

SOMEWHERE DEEP AND FAKE AND GEHY THERE IS A PIZZA FRANCHISE SMUGGELING JEWS

Anonymous ID: d8dfbf Nov. 4, 2021, 7:19 p.m. No.14927059   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7071

>>14927037

>>>shadow salad gets greek lubes

 

>>GREEK LUBES INCREASES PROXY TOSSERS HANDJOBS BEFORE JEW NOODLE SUCKIN

 

>BIGLY THICK FINGERS THROBBINGLY PROXY TOSSER SALAD WITH GREEK LUBES AND CHEESE JOBS BEFORE JEW NOODLE SUCKIN

GREEK LUBED TOSSER BY PROXY SALAD HAND JOBS SMEAR THE CHEESE BEFORE JEW NOODLE SUCKIN

Anonymous ID: d8dfbf Nov. 4, 2021, 7:44 p.m. No.14927237   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>14927203

>>MUST GET HORICRUX

Little of all this, of course, reached the ears of ordinary

hobbits. But even the deafest and most stay-at-home began

to hear queer tales; and those whose business took them to the

 

borders saw strange things. The conversation in The Green

Dragon at Bywater, one evening in the spring of Frodo’s

fiftieth year, showed that even in the comfortable heart of the

 

Shire rumours had been heard, though most hobbits still

laughed at them.

Sam Gamgee was sitting in one corner near the fire, and

opposite him was Ted Sandyman, the miller’s son; and there

 

were various other rustic hobbits listening to their talk.

‘Queer things you do hear these days, to be sure,’ said Sam.

 

‘Ah,’ said Ted, ‘you do, if you listen. But I can hear fireside-

tales and children’s stories at home, if I want to.’

‘No doubt you can,’ retorted Sam, ‘and I daresay there’s

more truth in some of them than you reckon. Who invented

the stories anyway? Take dragons now.’

‘No thank ’ee,’ said Ted, ‘I won’t. I heard tell of them

when I was a youngster, but there’s no call to believe in them

 

now. There’s only one Dragon in Bywater, and that’s Green,’

 

he said, getting a general laugh.

‘All right,’ said Sam, laughing with the rest. ‘But what

about these Tree-men, these giants, as you might call them?

 

They do say that one bigger than a tree was seen up away

 

beyond the North Moors not long back.’

‘Who’s they?’

‘My cousin Hal for one. He works for Mr. Boffin at

Overhill and goes up to the Northfarthing for the hunting.

 

He saw one.’

‘Says he did, perhaps. Your Hal’s always saying he’s seen

things; and maybe he sees things that ain’t there.’

‘But this one was as big as an elm tree, and walking –

walking seven yards to a stride, if it was an inch.’

‘Then I bet it wasn’t an inch. What he saw was an elm tree,

as like as not.’

‘But this one was walking, I tell you; and there ain’t no elm

tree on the North Moors.’