both the accordion and the
sword. When they were done
they rested on the veranda.
"Good job, my larcenous friend",
George drawled as he puffed
up his Spiderman pillow buddy,
drumsticks? I like them melted.
"Speaking of 'Them'", said Iggwilv,
who'd just wandered out of
the most recent Dungeon issue,
"I've had his burning sensation
in my eyeballs ever since
"Well, lass", replied George, "you
Vattnisse wrote: "Well, lass", replied George, "you " ain't seen nuthin' yet, dear."
Iggwilv then cast 'Ruby Ray
barbecue sauce of stickey goodness
, greater, on the defensive. Tastily,
the eldritch sauce's magical spatterings
Blinded him too.
" I wish
lick barbecue sauce off of
Iconic witch whore of hotness
jack my lumber, now baby.
" In other news, the incredible
the five word game thread!
Luckily, the aforementioned goblins are
unaware of large flying creatures,
which are circling ravenously overhead.
This just in: tapioca monks
publicly disrobed in protest of
the 'Cos hawking pudding pops.
The Marzipan warriors of Splap
had returned from Khazarumbarakasalar defeated
with their sacred banjos dangling
from their braided back hair.
Teeming masses of onlookers yelled
about stupid orcs because they
armor. Spears rained down upon
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