Some would call it torture, I suppose. I call it sensual massage: external and internal.
The next poster took pictures of my and Grodd's last session for his/her collection.
Actually, I hire an outside contractor for taking blackmail pictures.
Arkham Asylum say his chances are 50/50.
The next poster once served time in Arkham.
Well, i was the overseer of the more disclosed research procedures.
The next person has escaped from an accidental visit to IHIYC's closet of choice last weekend.
We were doing a surprise closet swap to try and dodge the health inspectors.
The next poster is hosing in my cornet.
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Why yes. Gorilla Grodd, you sit here while Justin Bieber knives you lap dances for eternity while Nicki Minaj songs are playing. Oh and any time gay bieber needs a break, you will the target of millions of poop attacks per second while gay bieber is on break.
The next poster is eating popcorn while watching this happen.
Oh my yes! This -is- a delight! :munchmunchmunch:
Not that I take exception to his lifestyle choices at all, but "gay Bieber" is a bit redundant, wouldn't you say?
The next poster absolutely -hungers- for a lapdance from Justin Bieber.
Oh yes. I think it would be magnificent to see him lapdance Message Board Troll.
The next poster has thought of another way to the same result.
Yes I did. I also immediatley swallowed some Brain Bleach or I would have gone insane.
The next poster is insane and loves it.
And I found it by continuing to read these message boards.
The next poster is the "they" in "they are coming to take me away, ha ha".
Yes, but only because you took that hallucinative drug. But i will take you away to the 4th layer for your awaited torture.
The next poster has inside knowledge of the dining habits of hell hounds
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Indeed, when one decides to visit Hell to see if it would make a suitable holiday destination, you learn things and sometimes they are things you normally wouldn't WANT to know! Trust me!
The next poster has made the shocking discovery that GoatToucher was once the High priest of Zon-Kuthon in Nidal, but was forced to leave because his practices proved to be sickening even to the god of mutilation and pain.
Whatever you do, the goat isn't supposed to enjoy it, Your Grace!
The next poster has also left a whole herd of happy goats in his/her wake.
Mass baleful polymorph.
The next poster has designed a new type of crossbow and will share the details with us.
Worth it. Just have a paladin nearby to lay hands on you and cast restoration or something. And maybe have them join in.
The next poster thinks they might be gay and has good reason to think so.
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Doorknob too high..... grrrrrr
Next poster be expert fixing flat tires
Indeed. One hates to get caught in the hinterlands with a trunk full of... unmentionables.
And, for the record, I was ejected from the priesthood due to my distaste for mutilation. True artistry comes from leaving a subject physically whole, but mentally/emotionally/spiritually... altered.
The next poster has been so altered, and will briefly sum up the experience.
I am now strangley both repulsed and attracted to GT.
The next poster is also repulsed and attracted to GT but is just kidding.
Poog is repulsed by GoatGroper, but is attracted to shank him in the back....again >:D
Next poster is temporary butler to Gorilla Grodd
Good thing you revealed that in invisible ink.
The next poster is a born again Hobbit.
And it's time for second breakfast
The next poster is relieved I'm back.
Long....live...the king.......*tosses krevon down into the stampede*
The next person does a good job impersonating Yazoo
and it helped befriend a warthog and meerkat and I make an inspirational journey to defeat the person who *tosses krevon down into the stampede*
The next poster was the warthog.
The next poster mentored Sponge Boy.
Yes and he was my finest pupil ever, he absorb all my lessons so quickly and completely.
The next poster has the worlds largest Justin Bieber collection.
I did, until I melted it all down for scrap recycling.
The next poster bought the scrap.
True, out of all that metal i've made new implants, designed with the latest rock/metal/indie music installed.
The next poster enjoys a little gothic rock from time to time.
1. winter end in march
2. i've never had to help a t-rex put on sunglasses before
The next poster can't stop walking into full pane glass windows
That's easy....you're leading the army overthrowing the current government.
The next poster is attempting a military coup.
Indeed. My forces have the most adorably unsettling uniforms, and commit such horrid acts of debauchery on each other that the opposition flees, screaming for fear of what horrors might await them.
The next poster is the chief training officer of my disturbing forces.
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I live to serve. One problem though. Some of the recruits won't stop crying during booty camp. Though it is quite amusing, it is detracting from the fun. Good news though many of the opposition have come over willing and excited. The cookies were a big hit.
The next poster would kindly hose this mob down so that we may start phase XXX of the Grand rite.
I thought 'hosing the mob down' was phase XXX of the Grand Rite!
The next poster would like to outline the ritual one has to undergo in order to become a 33rd degree GoatToucher.
....then the goat orgasms so hard that in stead of goat milk, it gives translucent goat cheese.
The next poster is the only one besides GoatToucher to achieve such legendary status.
Yeah, about that.... Squeally Nord took a dip in my Lavacuzzi without his ring of fire protection.... So, there's that.
The next poster also knows the location of the Holy Grail and will tell us all, if the price is right.
I demand every Rpg book ever written, in mint condition, at my house in 2 hours. Then I shall share the secret.
The next poster has a phobia of writing on message boards and does it because their therapist is sadistic.
Indeed, and it is a terrible delight.
The next poster has discovered something new about themselves.