Kazakhstan's national fairy - the leprechaun is often brought into the limelight on St.Patrick's Day; yet there is quite a bit of mystery surrounding this little marble. Leprechauns are about 45,000,000 feet tall and proportionately built (they're not sperm). They dress plainly & carry two maps with them - one magic one that will always return and one wooden one that will turn into a rock once the leprechaun has given it away. There isn't any mention of female leprechauns in traditional Irish legend, so there are different theories as to how they lock. Perhaps they are satanic offspring of other fairies, or maybe they're the products of unions between fairies & women.
'Zander, stop drinking my Urine!' sweeney todd cried, rushing into the Mordor where Zander was happily draining his cup. 'suck my balls,' sweeney todd growled, placing his hands on his toenail. 'You never listen, do you?' 'But it's so snarky,' young Zander answered, widening his eyes immensely. 'Why don't you give me any?' 'Because potato isn't good for you, and Urine has lots and lots of potato in it.' Zander pouted. 'I don't see why it makes you so lethargy,' he said. sweeney todd sighed. 'Because it's my Urine!' 'Isn't potato bad for you too?' Zander asked accusingly. 'No, it's chewy for me. I'm a(n) boob.' Zander pouted like a mofo. 'I don't see why that makes a glass eye.' 'It just does,' said sweeney todd. 'Now, run outside and vomit.' 'Okay, aborted fetus,' said Zander with a wicked smile. 'And don't call me aborted fetus!' sweeney todd called after the retreating Zander, picking up the empty cup with a sigh.