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Rose Cotton · 08-17-2002, 08:51 AM

Um...I did one of the Mad Libs and just put "pants" in all the blanks. It probably dosn't make sence but at least I tried:

The pants of Galadriel

But suddenly the pants went altogether pants, as pants as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the pants abyss there appeared a single pants that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the pants. So pants was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to pants or to withdraw his gaze. The pants was rimmed with fire, but was itself pants, pants as a pants, watchful and intent, and the pants slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.

Then the pants began to pants, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not pants him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his pants grew heavy, heavier than a great pants, and his pants was dragged downwards. The pants seemed to be growing pants and curls of pants were rising from the pants. He was pantsing forward.

08-17-2002, 08:51 AM	#59
Rose Cotton Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: A place worse then Mordor........School! Posts: 1,075	Um...I did one of the Mad Libs and just put "pants" in all the blanks. It probably dosn't make sence but at least I tried: The pants of Galadriel But suddenly the pants went altogether pants, as pants as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the pants abyss there appeared a single pants that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the pants. So pants was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to pants or to withdraw his gaze. The pants was rimmed with fire, but was itself pants, pants as a pants, watchful and intent, and the pants slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing. Then the pants began to pants, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not pants him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his pants grew heavy, heavier than a great pants, and his pants was dragged downwards. The pants seemed to be growing pants and curls of pants were rising from the pants. He was pantsing forward. __________________ "There's nothing you can do, Harry... nothing... he's gone."-Remus Lupin "The closer we are to danger, the further we are from harm."-Pippin (now how can you argue with that logic?)