Heathansson, all I can say is how very sorry I am for having teased you all this time. After having seen what Heathansson looks like, I can understand his attitude. I now feel nothing but pity for you! ~bows my head in remorse~ Nothing I can do to you will be as bad as what you live with. May God have pity on your wife and children! ~GRINS and runs to hide~
Lol; so funny hehe
~WEG~ With those looks, you need all the charisma you can get, ugly!
So, what you're saying is Heathy is actually a weremutt?
So, what you're saying is Heathy is actually a weremutt?
~shakes my head~ Nah. Calling him a were-mutt would be giving him waaayyyyyyy too much credit.
You would think that with over 10,571 posts, Heathansson would have something useful to say. ~sighs and shakes my head~ It appears that Heathy was shorted on more than just his looks. Poor Were-whatever the hell he is.
I'm sorry, Heathy, but when I clicked on that link I couldn't help but laugh. I'm still chuckling, actually.
I blame Sharoth.
Why am I to blame for how Heathy was born.
Why am I to blame for how Heathy was born.I'm sorry, Heathy, but when I clicked on that link I couldn't help but laugh. I'm still chuckling, actually.
I blame Sharoth.
Well, we can speculate some reasons...
~innocent look~ But I did not do anything! Honest!
Heathansson, all I can say is how very sorry I am for having teased you all this time. After having seen what Heathansson looks like, I can understand his attitude....
The link is in the post above--click on Heathy's name. Incidentally, I've seen uglier dogs at my brother's vet clinic. Give Heathanson a few years, cut off a few legs, then he'll be ripe.
Well, I do Rear-vear you Heathy! I really do!
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BRAPP!!! rear vear that....the power of Taco Bueno's burrito grande!
~sniffs~ Did you do something, Heathy? I can't smell it over your normal smell. You know, the smell that emanates from you that would nauseate a garbage collector?
Oh Heathy, don't be jealous of the fact that not only am I bright and shiny, but I am good looking. After all, one look at you and people would run away in fear!
Tisk, Tisk! ~shakes my head sadly~ Well, that is not ME you are smelling, oh putrid one!
Heh, nice picture. :)
Ummm.......
(speechless)
Wow.
This is decidedly bizzare.
This is decidedly bizzare.
Actually Dirk, it is Heathansson who is bizzare. As in the Far Realms type of Bizzare!
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I know. I'm so handsome, they call me "Handsome Heathansson." Which is bizarre in the far realms; most denizens from there look like something out of Sharoth's booger collection.This is decidedly bizzare.Actually Dirk, it is Heathansson who is bizzare. As in the Far Realms type of Bizzare!
Are you bragging that the denizens of the Far Realms consider you handsome? Or do they keep telling you that "real beauty is on the inside"?
Are you bragging that the denizens of the Far Realms consider you handsome? Or do they keep telling you that "real beauty is on the inside"?I know. I'm so handsome, they call me "Handsome Heathansson." Which is bizarre in the far realms; most denizens from there look like something out of Sharoth's booger collection.This is decidedly bizzare.Actually Dirk, it is Heathansson who is bizzare. As in the Far Realms type of Bizzare!
~LAUGHTER~ Oh! And he is down, but can the defending champion of tireless inane and useless wit survive this grouping of foes? Stay tuned to next week's episode!
Wow. I haven't been dogged out by this many dweebs since they jumped me out of the 49th St. Chess Ballaz gang in 1993.
~WEG~ Well, pooch! Calling us Dweebs still puts us several rungs above you on the evolutionary ladder. I think you are even below Slime Mold. Good luck on your climb up!
Sharoth, by virtue of this thread, you are now off the List.
Thank you oh evil tyrant of ParaLegals! I welcome your pity on me!
I'm always down. Word to yo' mama.
~Looks at the stuff caked to the sole of my shoe~ Yep. You are down for sure!
Yes, in the immortal words of Lawrence Tero, Sebastian "pities the poor foo."Sharoth, by virtue of this thread, you are now off the List.Thank you oh evil tyrant of ParaLegals! I welcome your pity on me!
~shakes my head sadly~ Just because I am now Sebastian's favorite, does not mean you need to get your... ~thinks~ Fur? Skin? dandruff? up in a fluff! Chill man! Besides, after looking at your true form, you are the one deserving the pity, ugly "mutt"!
I don't care if you're his favorite or not. He's just gonna end up sueing you. That's what lawyers do.
~smirks~ Oh! Nice try! I do know that he Is Chaotic Evil Evil, but I can trust him just a little bit!
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Sorry Heathy, been busy sweepin arena floors of late and didn't know you need some backup.
Vile dragonette! Begone with your fouled illusions! T'was a trick all! The Tin-foil Lizard used a minor image to create a vision of his own matriarch and tried to parcel said image's visage as a likeness of our beloved and oft-times verbally challenged Lycan! To arms my fellows, two legs even!! We march to the peak of the mighty Hill of Mild Slopes to enter the lair of the Tin-foil sun basker to rain mighty wads of spitballs upon his forked-tongue mortal coil!
To arms, I say!!!
FH
As one of the few Paizonians who has actually met Heathy in real life, I'd like to point out that his teeth are actually much straighter than that.
On a serious note....in real life Heath is a gentleman, soft spoken and very courteous. My wife liked him immediately and my he was nice to my son, so he's got the F2K stamp of approval. (Just don't ask him to show it to you, because he still has the scars where we had to forcibly remove that underwear!)
I'm answering CH's Call to Arms! Back off, Boogaloos! Have at thee, knaves!
I called my arms, but they didn't pick up the phone. I... I don't think they love me anymore. *sob* Why must I be alienated from my limbs?
Sorry Heathy, been busy sweepin arena floors of late and didn't know you need some backup.
Vile dragonette! Begone with your fouled illusions! T'was a trick all! The Tin-foil Lizard used a minor image to create a vision of his own matriarch and tried to parcel said image's visage as a likeness of our beloved and oft-times verbally challenged Lycan! To arms my fellows, two legs even!! We march to the peak of the mighty Hill of Mild Slopes to enter the lair of the Tin-foil sun basker to rain mighty wads of spitballs upon his forked-tongue mortal coil!
To arms, I say!!!FH
~looks around as I hear some squeeking noises~ Huh? ~looks down and observes a little man in a skirt~ Oh, it is YOU! WHOMP! ~ A foot comes dowm on Fakey's head, crushing him~ WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! And that is for trying to skin me and use my horns as handlebars! ~my tail grabs the dustpan and broom~ Now to take out the trash! ~dusts up the remains and deposits them where they belong~