The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

Emuus feeds kingsonicthehedgehog and Happiness- to Zombie ducks

offers box of cats

This is how I'm choosing to rp cope with the fact that my cats won't stop ruining my room. I did not, in real life, hurt the cats. They are fine.

This room is not. I can't clean it because it's midnight and vacuums are a no no.

You know what else is a no no? Peeing in my room.

You know what else is a no no? Crime? But the lady who committed crimes as the head of the pd here will forever be known as a legend to me. Her work is immaculate, and I love her. Her work is comparable and is rendered within the ranks of the amazing Lady Auphelia and Lady Auphie alone.

Crime is good for the sake of society. It keeps you on your toes, and it shows you don't give two sh-

is dragged by the foot into a portal to make a deal

I'll be baaaaacccckkkkk! _{don't touch my drinkk!!}

*The dog takes Sjahsddaoursasdfh to the kitchen*

The Peanut Feast wrote:

Thank you.

Although my schedule for the weekend is cluttered, I should be able to find time to consolidate and judge the submissions.

Preferred format is Limericks, and theme is the composing poet’s choice of any topic.

There once was a man who liked sports
But little did he know
That chess did not require a helmet
Just a brain
The man did not have a brain
For he blew it out when the ball hit his head
And now the man is dead

Chronial wrote:

Go vegan, everyone

*S L A P*

Pricane wrote:

That's just gross.

Hi! You gave me pets!
*rolls over*

More.

I come as a patron today and will be spending a patron amount of time here. And then I'll leave!

*He just rushed in, giving Pricane belly rubs.*

Armed forces of acara shura wrote:

*He just rushed in, giving Pricane belly rubs.*

I tried to eat you yesterday. Are you okay?

*paws you*
You're not drunk are you?

Armed forces of acara shura wrote:

Yəs, I am!

And I lovə animals. So I pət əvəry animal I səə.

B-bbut I got drunk and you shot me. And then brought me back. And now you're petting me?

Armed forces of acara shura wrote:

Yəs, I am!

Kay. This is weird, but oh well, what here isn't?

*does cute wolf things*
*rolls on floor*

A man dressed in a black suit walks through the bar door and sits down at the nearest table. Once he sees what's on the table (a human skull, a forty year old tuna sandwich, and solid milk), he simply gets up and sits down at a recently-cleaned corner booth and asks for a menu.

Armed forces of acara shura wrote:

*Qâsim just went up to the guy.*

You want somə Vodinə, comradə?

"Vodine? What is Vodine?" His voice is a pleasant tenor, with a moderate accent reminiscence of that of the British and Russians but unidentified to foreigners.

The Peanut Feast wrote:

Preferred format is Limericks, and theme is the composing poet’s choice of any topic.

A shadowy form drops a paper in the poetry bin.

Another paper appears, scattered atoms joining together in a random moment of miraculous creation. Too bad this is all it produced.