*jumps from behind a bush*
Look out behind you!
*steals wallet from thread*
*casually leaves*
Better to ask "Why do all new cars smell the same?"
Yeah, Who decided they should all smell like blueberries?
I'm the keeper of the cheese!
Nugget Pluckers, unite!!!
Insomniacs, whisper to your banjos!
Agoraphobics, curdle your mice!
The sound of 1000 cats pushing fried green tomato-sandwiches through a moldy Fedora!
My banjo... is whispering back! It says, "feed the mice."
Here... you... go... little fellas!
*Dumps scalding hot fried chicken and oil into the mice holes*
*sniffs*
Something... smells... like burned hair.
My banjo... is whispering back! It says, "feed the mice."
Here... you... go... little fellas!
*Dumps scalding hot fried chicken and oil into the mice holes*
*sniffs*
Something... smells... like burned hair.
I'm completely ambivalent about the smell of burned hair in the vernal equinox... it smells like... CHAOS!
*dips mice in buffalo wing sauce*
The Wizards on that coast talked about me today. http://www.wizards.com/DnD/TOC.aspx?x=dnd/4new/drtoc/398
drops into thread like a ton of bricks
I had a great April Fool's prank yesterday. I dressed up as Ed McMahon and went to some dude's house and was like, "You just won ten million dollars!" And he was like, "Ed McMahon is dead." So I egged him.
APRIL FOOLS, BEYOTCH!
OW! MY SPLEEN!
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Now, keep close children, remember to hold your partner's hand at all time!
Mr. JASON, I SAID KEEP CLOSE!
Now, if you look around you will notice how this realm is in a state of constant flux. We call this 'Primal Chaos'.
REPEAT! PRIMAL CHAOS!
..priiiiiimal chaaaaaaaos..
Excellent. Now, do you all see those strange toad things?
..Our Glorious Leader! My eyes are bleeding!..
SILENCE! BLEED IN THE LUNCH BREAK MR. DYLAN!!
....*ack*..
Oh for the love of... Miss. Amanda, let Mr. Dylan borrow your handkerchief please. Thank you.
TOAD THINGS - DO YOU SEE THEM?
*..Yes Our Glorious Leader!..*
Wonderul! We call them... who can remember?
*..unwitting pawns in your ever-evolving campaign of conquest and assimilation?..*
Nealy Mr. Jonathan, nearly - we call them 'Slaad'.
EVERYONE TOGETHER! SLAAD!
*..Slaaaaaad..*
Good job. Ok, time to go, they've noticed us. Through the portal, hup hup hup!
*..but Our Glorious Leader, what about Dylan?..*
Hmm.. ah well. His assigned parental guardians will be conditioned to understand. Come on now, there we go!
Boy is that guy in for a surprise in about a week. I think I got about 6-7 of the little buggers before he left.
Wa-wa wah-wa-wah wahhhhhhhhh!
What an odd little hoo-mahn. I'm starting to think he used to be a poodle and got a CritFail on his reincarnate roll.
you aSk ME, I bLame soCieTY. neVer toucH THe stuFf mySELf.
*washes off the Society*
This thread is smelling of pickles.
Oh wait!
It is only me.
DANCE NUMBER!
*Bollywood musical sequence*
:::Soars through the thread looking for a branch or perch:::
Falls and slams head first into the thread carrying a $5 footing sub under one arm and half-drunk bottle of southern comfort in the other.
Tragedy!
COMEDY!
DRIPPING WET SARIS!
It is tasting like wonderful!
*sitar solo with scandal montage*
This is the best thread ever.
BEEF JERKY!!!!
Embargo, Montego, Baby why don't we go...
Down to Cocomo, we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow...
*throws salt into the thread, tighten's kimono*
*bows*
I've got the fever for the flavor of a pringles.
I've got the fever for the flavor of a pringles.
That chaotic. I've got the flavor of a fever of a pringles and it still tastes like rock salt.
:::licks rock salt::::
Mmmmmm, beeeeeeeerrrrrr.
:::land in this thread near a rotting carcass and picks at the chaos in relish:::
I've got the prescriptions filled for all of these fevers.
hands out cowbells
I've got the prescriptions filled for all of these fevers.
hands out cowbells
Can I have just a little more cowbell?
Can I have just an egg?I've got the prescriptions filled for all of these fevers.
hands out cowbells
*eggs CW*
Can I have just an egg?I've got the prescriptions filled for all of these fevers.
hands out cowbells
*eggs CW*
That's not what I said, and you know it.
How...ever. It was pretty tasty. I got a fever, and the only cure: more slaad eggs.
Paper cut!!!!
Hands Potato Slaad some paper clips and electrical tape
Paper clips for a paper cut, electrical tape for bandages.
Ah, first aid. Chaos-style
Gets down and break-dances with a seizure
It's Earth Day! Let's blow it up!
It's Earth Day! Let's blow it up!
Let's cover it in orange paint and then blow it up!
It's Earth Day! Let's blow it up!
{hands up dozens of yards of Festivus lights, blows up supertanker filled with oil, and lights thousands of tires on fire} Woo-hoo! Let's celebrate Earth Day!
Say Easter Passover by hiding the egg, several of them.
Go Team Chaos!
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Spring is here! Time for picnics! Time for family gatherings! Time for outdoors things!
I have fresh cucumbers.
I have fresh cucumbers.
I have two fresh tomatoes and spinach. Crutons for chaos?
Oh yeah! Chaos rules!
I have fresh cucumbers.I have two fresh tomatoes and spinach. Croûtons for chaos?
{sings (badly):} "I've got two tomatoes to paradise;
Won't you toss your slaad, we'll eat tonight."
I have fresh cucumbers.I have two fresh tomatoes and spinach. Croûtons for chaos?{sings (badly):} "I've got two tomatoes to paradise;
Won't you toss your slaad, we'll eat tonight."
*dances the lambada*
There was a 3.5 book that discussed making cheese out of caleproas milk (however it's spelled. The cow thing with a death stare attack). It was called Death cheese.
As you know their is also a monster called a death Slaad. It was a running joke that we would order a death Slaad with some death cheese.
SPORK!
KROPS!