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*sniff* They grow up so fast, yeeeeessss.


They go from tiny eggs, so little slaadlings drenched in the entrails of their defiled hosts, to planting eggs of their own. That's the way of the world.

*eats a harmonica*


Never tried that. How does it taste?


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Meh. I never developed much of a taste for organ meats.


Developed? Sounds too lawful. How about a blind taste test? Nothings more chaotic than a blind taste test.


Tossed Slaad wrote:

They go from tiny eggs, so little slaadlings drenched in the entrails of their defiled hosts, to planting eggs of their own. That's the way of the world.

*eats a harmonica*

I hope you remembered to remove the Stevie Wonder first...


After 25 seasons of being ignored, it was nice to finally see some pandering to the Chaos demographic.

BEAM EPASODE NOW INTO EXO-SKULLS AND VIGOROUSLY TOUCH FLIPPERS
ALL HAIL THE DARK LORD
OF THE TWIN MOONS


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Don Hertzfeld is a saint, blessed by the touch of the Speakers in the Depths, yeeeessssss.


Touched by the Speakers, now I am jealous. I wnt to know him.


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Hello. My name is Montego Annoy-yay. Your clothing lacks color. Prepare to dye.


There are a cabinets on the walls of the place where you went down by where you were on that day when it was raining well into the night and are only perceivable by the speakers of the word that none may know.


Purple!


You said the magic word!

Up from the large gurgling slaad fountain rises two large speakers, rectangular and all thumping a heavy techno rhythm.


Ask and I shall answer.


What's in the box?!


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2d4 ⇒ (6, 6) = boxcars!


pulls out two small box cars labeled matchbox

Christmas comes early...


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A Christmas is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to! {glares indignantly, puffs on pipeweed}


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Shrimp Slaad wrote:
2d4 ⇒ (6, 6) = boxcars!

There is something fishy about this post.


Tossed Slaad wrote:
Shrimp Slaad wrote:
2d4 ⇒ (6, 6) = boxcars!
There is something fishy about this post.

Sorry, we accidentally dropped tuna on it.

*2d4 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6 Slaadlings have yet to master the can opener*


swipes the can of tuna and swallows it

I'm your can oper.


Rutabagatime.


Slaadblessyou.


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Squish Squish Squish! Squish Squish Squish!

*2d4 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7 Slaadlings are walking around in their banana shoes*


Oh, what sexy legs she has, as she struts down the hall.


2d4 Slaadlings wrote:

Squish Squish Squish! Squish Squish Squish!

*2d4 Slaadlings are walking around in their banana shoes*

*1d1 ⇒ 1 Shrimp Slaad got ice hair*


2d4 Slaadlings wrote:

Squish Squish Squish! Squish Squish Squish!

*2d4 Slaadlings are walking around in their banana shoes*

Knock 'em outta the park, we found what's goin' on...!


Potato Slaad wrote:
Oh, what sexy legs she has, as she struts down the hall.

Really, how did they taste?


Potato Slaad wrote:
Oh, what sexy legs she has, as she struts down the hall.

Those are my legs! Mine! Give them back now, you thieving harpy!


I heard she's got legs and apparently she knows how to use them.


Yeah, she flings 'em like fleshy boomerangs. Goes by the name, Venus de Milo. This looks like a job for BatSlaad {flips on Slaad Signal}


Turn off that light!


Sure, let me just find the switch...*eggs The_Paladin_of_Nevada*. There you go.


Ha! Anymore bright ideas, silly paladin?


Hey, little Slaad!
Plaid, plaid, plaid!
Won't you lay all your eggs in my brain?
Hey, little Slaad
Aren't I glad,
That your probosc-is patterned (or plain)?

Protean causes lust.


skates through the thread wearing a fluorescent pink tutu and carrying a jar of roasted lima beans


Ah! Many Limas and Kidneys knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of Potato that day, I can tell you!


Sometimes you got to go back... to actually move forward. I don't mean going back to reminisce or chase ghosts. I mean going back to see where you came from... where you've been, how you got here... to see where you're going.

I know there are those that say you can't go back... Yes you can... You just have to look in the right place. {jumps over a Lincoln on water-skies}

Damn Marty, I just hallucinated I was in a car commercial.


I'm going back...to the future!

*does the time warp...again*


does the pelvic thrust, driving a random someone insane


Develops pyromania and sets Potato Slaad on fire


Little children and their flamethrowers these days...


Oy vey, you're just skin and bones! So waifer thin! Eat bubbeleh, eat... here- {stabs Waif in the gut} -have a couple eggs.


Where are all these younglings coming from? They're not mine. I think. It's been a while.


consumes slaad eggs internally and set Ambrosia on fire with napalm for a kick


Napalm! That's my favorite method of burninating!


Burn, baby burn! Disco inferno!


*stays alive*


{snorts ground-up bits of Studio 54}


*snorts ground up bits of the Bee Gees*

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