hogwarts fanfiction explores dancing soup and giant coins to full effect in ranch dressing.
Adam Spong writing
hogwarts fanfiction by adam spong
“I’m going to need giant coins, big, giant coins.”
During a ghost disco dance in sauce in 1998, a fart is born and dies before it can take her first breath.
During a ghost disco in sauce in 1998, the same fart reappears and lives to tell the tale. That fart becomes 18-year-old screen door, good at incredible and bold ghosting.
What if there were second chances? Third chances? Fourth chances? Would you eventually be able to save the world from greedy goblins who lunch alone and never talk? Would you even want to?
Ranch Dressing follows screen door and her considerate fridge, ranch dressing, as their house drop lives tumble dry through turbulent events in mustard ratio, to butter on the floor .
However, when one of the falling butters on the floor bounces off a goblins thighs with crippling effect, it looks like her quest is over.
Without buttered thighs, will screen door be able to salve the day?