Right where the sun hits those mountains, at the very top? A small band of elves and dwarves live there in communal peace and happiness; producing dwalves and erves. These ungainly offspring are what come in life to hide in the peanut butter jars and keep you from prying that retarded seal off of the top, denying you the smooth happiness. So if you ever get there, kick some off the edge so i can have my peanut butter again, will you?
Right where the sun hits those mountains, at the very top? A small band of elves and dwarves live there in communal peace and happiness; producing dwalves and erves. These ungainly offspring are what come in life to hide in the peanut butter jars and keep you from prying that retarded seal off of the top, denying you the smooth happiness. So if you ever get there, kick some off the edge so i can have my peanut butter again, will you?