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Ever want to write something, but then midway between picking your teeth and scratching the lighter side of your left butt, you realize that you dont have jackshit to write about. Sure, you could write about what you did the previous day, or you could write about the time you nearly got killed checking out some hot chick, no wait... i think there were 2 at the time... anyway, long story short, just barely managed to control scooter when accidentaly ran over 2 potruding manhole covers. Wait, that sounded weird. Uh, y'know, those things on the road. That are bumpy. But not speedbumps.

So, yeah.

Okay, so now, I'mna do something thats probably never been done by amateur and professional bloggers alike. I will now proceed to make up a story off the top my head. Thats right. OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD! Beat that, Stephen "Oooo-I-write-scary-ghost-stories-and-whatever" King! Okay, here goes. (heh heh. somehow, I started thinking of dragons. Dont ask why.)

Long time ago, there was this dragon. His name (yes, he was a male dragon. Because male dragons are way cooler than chick dragons. For one thing, they have bigger wings. And their fire is way way hotter than the females ones. Studies show that a male dragons flame is hotter by 25 million gajillion DDH's- thats the unit used to measure the heat from a dragons flame. DDH stands for DamnDatsHot. Most scientists that study this are usually very very popular in their field. They are also very very dead IN the field. Other scientists would be like, "Dude, remember ol' Johnny the Dragon Heat measurer? Yeah, he dumb, innit?" Okay, so they're not popular. But thats besides the point.) was never uttered in public or in open spaces for fear that he might hear and mistake it as an invitation to tea which generally ends up with him eating all the Frosted Cupcakes and the 5 herds of cattle and not to mention the village blown up to smithereens in a friendly manner.

Just for conversations sakes, his name is Mud. Yes, that was the name given to him by his dragon dad. Not a popular name for sure. But thats what he was given, and he wasnt really complaining. Not like he could really complain to anyone or anything. Because as everyone (yes, everyone) knows, dragons lack the ability to complain. If you didnt know that, most likely a big burly Frenchman would come to your house and slap you in the face and rape your ass. Which is why its highly recomended that you keep your donkey well locked in the shed. French people are crazy that way.

But I digress.

Like I said, dragons lack the ability to complain. And also, if I hadnt told you already, Mud was the last of his kind. Which makes him sad. And horny. Which is not the best combination if you want your countryside to be free of giant holes in the ground.

So, in the end, because of his dragon horniness, he exploded and died. So there goes the last of the dragons. The people rejoiced by eating the dragon meat. Which was a big mistake because for one thing, dragon meat is explosive when it exits the human bunghole. So you can imagine the outhouses exploding in a ball of flame, bits of human bowels and shit everywhere. Those who found out about the unique explosive qualities of digested dragon meat were so scared to shit, they were literally scared shitless! Which meant that they couldnt crap no matter how hard they wanted to! But in the end, they died from faecal poisoning.

And so, the moral of the story is, Dont eat dragon meat. It will kill you.

The End.

Okay. Like I said. Off the top of my head. Odd place, top of my head.