The rest of Nordics have been acting weird lately...
Berwald is scared of Finland and our car. Damn loony.
Matthias has been buying Danishes like they are drugs. Damn Dane.
Norway has been watching Paula Deen and eating butter nonstop. Damn Butterling.
And Tino... He's been locked in the car and he broke the keys and locks accidentally and is eating the car as we speak. Damn Tino.
Damn... Is that all I say?
Anyway... I wonder where my licorice could be. My licorice.
Yes... Black licorice and regular licorice. Every kind of licorice.
Licorice.
Must have.
I go out to the store and buy a bunch of licorice. It cost me about eight-hundred dollars but I don't mind... It's licorice...
Here comes Licorice!
The legend of Licorice.
Three Days Licorice.
My Chemical Licorice.
Green Licorice.
Frayed Licorice.
Licorice is love. Licorice is life.
How many more Licorice jokes must I make?
Deez Licorice!
ChuRo flavored Licorice.
Hard wood Licorice...
Licorice.
I went up in my room and took out a piece of Licorice. I licked it up and down. I put it in my mouth.
Licorice.
I don't need anybody! I just need my licorice...
WAIT.
There's a Danish beside my licorice...
"YOU'VE BEEN CHEATING ON ME! HOW COULD YOU?" I angrily said.
Why? I go off and sulk in the emo corner. Why licorice... I trusted you...
((I might make a part two if you guys want... (Insert booty face) ))
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