With a crackle and hiss the tiny goblin materialized in the center of the cavernous chamber. Disoriented, he glanced quickly from side to side, taking in the astonished looks of the small party of battle weary adventurers who had summoned him, before, finally and fatefully, looking up into the rapidly descending jaws of an enormous dragon. In a tiny, squeaky, quivering voice he uttered the only words of his brief and ill-fated existence... "oh shit".
Saturday, February 07, 2009
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Oh, consecutive posting!
Oh, simultaneous posting! (I meant)
you guys should really try to do something about that 'eternal' bit or I'll make you all late :D
You're going to get us pregnant?
Tardy?
That's funny, I don't FEEL pregnant. I'll be there. You guys are my valentines after all. XXXOOO
aww, well, Tiger did say he was going to bring us each a dozen roses, and we'll all be bitterly disappointed if he doesn't!
Sweet fucking Christ!? Seriously? You guys are spending Valentine's Day playing D&D? Wow. Aren't some of you, you know,... married?
Yeah we're married. We're married to D&D!!!
At least I think we are.
We may just be living in sin. (all right. giggity giggity)
Well, I didn't say each. I also didn't say any of the rest of it, but whatever.
flemu-shamu's mucusy cousin
It's just a number on the calendar. We're romantic when we feel like being romantic. For our first few years of marriage we each carried birthdates and our anniversary in our wallets because we couldn't remember them, and have forgotten to celebrate numerous times.
Cross-reference. Comment #3.
Inappropriate post.
Valentine's Day is for anal, because pink socks are romantic.
Who's 'fuck all'?
The bastard son of infinity and sex?
Good blog.
Portugal
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