We wants it. We needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!
Star Wars.
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Fri 8 Nov 2013, 14:26, 2 replies)

Totally stealing my chance to repost THIS:
The Toddit by J.R.R Toddkien.
Chapter 36
And in the darkness of the cave, by the shore of the lake the riddle contest went on.
Stuck for inspiration Bilbob Toddings stuck her hand in her jacket pocket and found something strange. "What have I got in my pocket?" she wondered aloud.
"What has it got in it's pocketses?" Sammum replied. "What has it got in it's Pocketses is NOT a riddle and it must give us three guesses my precious. Yes."
"Done then." said Bilbob.
"Is it...A fish?" guessed Sammum whose nose had detected a strange odour.
"Wrong." said Bilbob.
"Then is it...A nail, all russssty?" asked Sammum.
"Wrong again." Bilbob replied. "Last try."
"Issss it some sspoiled meat my precious?" Sammum asked, her nose twitching.
"No Sammum, it was some of my used jamrags I'd forgotten about" said the hygine-phobic Toddit. "And now you must lead me out of this cave."
"EEEEEWWWW! You filthy cow!" Sammum replied "I want you out of my cave as fast as possible and I'm not coming too close to you either."

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( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Fri 8 Nov 2013, 20:22, closed)

I like this.

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Sat 9 Nov 2013, 16:37, closed)