Again, Tacos? Badgers? Brain May hair growth formula? Electric Guitars? Power Amps?
Ever stick aluminum is a microwave? The sparks are divine.
Badgers frighten me. Plus they're mean.
I touched one once and I got to keep my hand.
Doot doot doo doo doot.
No, sounds like he needs propane for the BBQ grill.
I'll have you know I just got finished with a boot camp put on by Celestial Emeril Bourdain.
Bam!
Looks at CF,
Huh. Celestial Emeril Bourdain did look suspiciously like a golden retriever.
Air Bam!
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Oy vey, don't ever befriend a hound archon, or you'll constantly be off searching for some petitioner lost in the wilderness or another cherub that fell down a well.
Best good deeds ever!
Best good deed ever (Again).
The only hound archon I remember had a "druid" friend. I just remember that they giggled and ate a lot.
Must of been mine.
The pay and benefits aren't that great, boss.
A wise Samuel L. Jackson once said: "Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherf@%$ing turnips on this motherf%*!ing plane!"
Yeah, I enjoyed it too, probably one of the best documentaries Ken Burns has ever made.
{continues work adapting Oregon Trail for Traveller RPG} ...On a roll of 1: your PC dies of Schroedinger's Dysentery before you can roll the die.
On a roll of a 2: turnips fall; the entire wagon train dies...
Sh-t, that's harsh.
Oregon Trail ranks second on the list of greatest non-warfare associated fiendish achievements of modern time, only surpassed by the M25.
Sh-t.Ahh. I see you have some experience with dysentery.
Me, never touched the stuff, but when Paladins need to "keep it in" we use Ceftriaxone (Rocephin).
And the M25 will make a significant difference in the next crusade against evil and chaos. Ye have been warned.
We shall hit the bottom no more!
Evening, yeeesssss.
Welcome! {s over a chilled mimosa} A fresh batch of pizza rolls just came out of the oven and the fried calimari is excellent!
If you go into the fridge, avoid the vegetable bins. There's a picked peck of putrefied turnips in there transforming into a new avatar of Moander.
Well, you know what they say about redheads.
No it's the thing about fire.
I thought an anti-paladin was a paladin with nieces or nephews? Or maybe one of those oh-so-smug Formian goody-six-shoes?
Depends which reality you're in.
Damn, it's been eons since I've been to the doughnut universe. Who's up for planar roadtrip?