Drunk Nights with Sensei Smith

On the night of hitaki sadayamas assaination. twelve lunar years before the grand dragon scroll empire fell, the king of midsabashi clan held the confence of the one thousand pale horses and pichachus. Orientals from timbuktu to dude on dude arrieved steadfeast on high alert for ambushes. From the King Kong men of the jungle in the book to pinky rings in their nooks. It was sacred custom that the gays and the shes would drink exactly two cups of the jasmine mist and then proceed to the ritual of the fans. Two many eels and not enough caves. The numerous clans would come with rupples to pay. Forming cirlces from a place of admission. Flying lotus power of the fourth chakra erupted from the symbol of hands and crafts to form golden rooster to encapsule nutero nunjiero the eighth from falling prey to their eyelashs flicker. loscusts came through the wind aerodynamic to the cause of the ronin bell which caused sorin sound to produce checmical devastation from the shadows to the third degree. a sly smile casted upon his devilish animation covered by the noisless howl of loquacious eyes. The purple kimono sparkling as if from a purple dragon of the hagaro dimension. <a href="https://medium.com/@Anonymous444/drunk-nights-with-sensei-smith-ce9659bef6ef">Click Here</a>