Maybe you should finish your beer and then talk.
And by talk, I mean write down what you're saying.
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*clack clack* *writes a long squiggly line followed with other squiggly lines.* *hiccup* *more lines*
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OoOOOooOOooh,
To what depths has Creation's downward trajectory come,
When the Demon King, Strong Drink rules Nature's Virginal Kingdom?
For here is a young crab, the pride of his creed and nation,
Who is now wallowing in sottish inebriation.
He will only have beer to thank,
If, despite a ladder, a ramp, a slope or a stairlift being provided, he is sadly unable to climb out of his tank.
Thankyou
In other words, he's completely drunk!
Calm down, the sky is not falling yet.
*Thinks for a second.*
Still, just to play it safe.
*Devours Chicken_little.*
Well, I'm now set for life!
Fish-Malkovich wrote: Calm down, the sky is not falling yet. My britches, on the other hand...
Don't worry, I have a solution for this.
*Sews Comte de Malodor to his britches while he is still wearing them, meaning that they won't fall down nor can they be removed.*
There we are, problem solved!
Casts permancy on Comte's britches.
Ah yes, best to make sure that there isn't a fiasco.
I suspect this wasn't thought through. Given what he normally smells like, Barbatos only knows what the general effect will be after a couple of days.
That's where the flamethrowers, nose plugs and aerosols come in.
Galluses, that’s all we really needed.
Really the chicken was correct about being concerned about something...
Yeah, about being a substitute for the turkey come Christmas!
Let's find out how many people found the joke funny:
5d20 ⇒ (13, 9, 6, 11, 11) = 50
I think that I'm starting to go mad with power now that I know how to format my wording!
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Yes, I think know he has.
Something about someone going mad?
Those of us doing PBP games where pretty happy to get the strike-through. Allowed us to show when a spell had been cast.
Yes, it's also useful for when you make a mistake and you're trying to look less of a foal fool.
And how is that working for you?
Oh it's going well, especially now that I have BIG plans for everyone.
By the way, I wonder how crab7 is.
*Shrugs.*
Only time will tell if he's got a hangover or not.
Shouldn’t you clack 7 times?
Do not ask for how many times the crab clacks.
Why? Would it be a grave situation?
Thank you for the kung fu lesson sensei.
I believe that what we've been hearing are castanets, hence it is now FLAMENCO TIME.
Was actually talking about the noise operated light switch. Then I wanted to mention the handy cutting apparatus: The clack-chop.
But flamenco is a better idea.
Fish-Malkovich wrote: Why? Would it be a grave situation? hmm I thought puns where the bears job.
Not since the fish put him in the blender.
*Dons a male flamenco outfit.*
Let the dancing begin!
*Shows offimpressive flamenco dance moves.*
Olé!
Nobody dances the Flamenco better than my Robobeasts! Take it away all of you, show them how much you've been practicing!
*The Robobeasts prove competent dancers but disaster still strikes.*
NO! What happened? This is all WRONG!
Drrn dr-dr-dr dr-dr-dr, drrn dr-dr-dr dr-dr-dr
AAAAH! AYAYAYAY YAI YAI YAAAAAAA!!!
*While Dedrick the Professor is still trying to figure out what went wrong, the Flamenco dancing continues.*
Marvellous display of joyous movement, Plugco De Lucia, you must have some Hispanic blood running through your veins. And I never knew that you looked so good in fandango pink!
Come, Vidmaster7, join us in the dance!
Maybe the 7th crab cake will join in.
I want to flamenco too, look!
*Shows everyone a pink feathered bird.*
*Facepalms.*
That's a FLAMINGO you idiot!
Flaming O, or in other words, you've been watching azer porn again.
*crab rave* *clack clack clackity clack clack*
How did you know that I watch...that...Pulg?
*Sees crab7 raving about.*
Looks like someone is still rather tipsy.
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