Átti að gera sögu í dag með að breyta klassískum ævintýrum…átti bara breyta kyni á fólki í tilefni dagsins en meh…það er ekki nógu gaman :).

Once upon a time there was a King that wanted to be the most dude of them all in the whole country. He had a magical persian rug that answered all questions that he asked. He asked the rug whom was the most dude in the world and the mirror answered number 42 is most dude of them all. Turns out that the King was the 41th in line of kings of dudness and his stepson Snowdude was heir to the 42th.
So the king went into a total rampage of hearing these news and to descripe the destruction he lay upon his bedroom, it was like a lawn mower that went berzerk through the room. The King ordered a woods-woman to take his stepson into the woods and kill him. While in the woods she almost killed him but couln’t kill the Snowdude because of his obvius superior dudness. she let him go.
Further in the woods Snowdude found a cottage and decided to stay there. Later came 7 singing female midgets knitting away from the countryside-market. The midgets found Snowdude sleeping in all the small puny beds.
They screaming so all the windows broke. Those awful noises woke snowdude up, he explained why he was there and asked for help. Later they got along and put the snowdude to work choping wood among other things. They live happy for few months until a Wizard working for the King came along when the Snowdude was exploring. The wizard gave the snowdude bad bunch of weed. So snowdude passed out in a rainbow haze. The midgets found him put him in glass tomb to showcase how much of a dude he was even he was dead.
Later some hot ass princess came on a wagon, she had seen him and heard of his dudiness before and found him passed out in the glass tomb. Where she france kissed him to life and they live happy ever after as Dude and Dudette.

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