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Rudolph:"I can eat the brains of naughty children, but I'm not a zombie. Yet." 🦌😋
The shadows flick through the submissions of the contest and deliberates extensively before settling on the results.
Congratulations!
Congrats! You have the option to judge next weekends contest and pick the theme/format!
And last but not least,
Congratulations!
Brocklandia, Kissinger-Monroe, Zombie Penguins, and Rudolph
Oh, squeal! Thank you, most amazing judge of surprise and discerning good taste!
Zany Zanes, Plant monster in a pot, and Rudolph
Oh, we’re having pies here now?
I have an alt in another region which contains wayyyyy too much pie and this comment rather confused me for which region I was in XD
Also since when does this bar have pie?
Brocklandia and Rudolph
Rudolph does a cute lil reindeer dance and his nose lights up to the max
Rudolph:"Thanks, Zany Zanes! Do I win anything? I would like pie as an award. That would be really tasty."
Brocklandia, Zany Zanes, and Rudolph
Rudolph:"I want the next poetry contest to be about fish. And in any genre, meter, style, whatever. I also would like some vodka, pleaaaase."
*A zombie brings over vodka and a slice of pie*
Brocklandia, Drunkndisorderly, and Rudolph
Wow, Brocklandia. Congratulations on winning coveted third place.
Brocklandia and Rudolph
Hands off my purse!
Zany Zanes and Rudolph
Do fish-like critters count too? 'Cause I'm always willing to write poems about my Dick.*
* Moby Dick, that is--the glorious white whale famous is both highbrow and popular culture. Heads outta the gutters, everyone ... Though, okay, I might sneak in a few references to the other kind too.
Zany Zanes, Consuela de la Morrela, and Rudolph
Which body part is the "purse"?
We always have pie. Who doesn't like pie? Pie is everywhere. In fact, when you get to Hell, you'll find their wi-fi password is pi.
Zany Zanes and Rudolph
Rudolph:"It's a good thing I know it all repetitively."
"3.14159276589 2575354
... I think"
Just making a pass through the Bar to avoid ceasing to exist. Although, sometimes oblivion sounds very appealing...
Rudolph:"I had a dream that I went to hell and was peeled, carved, and had my skeleton ripped out. Then a witch took my soul out of the bones, and made me a gaurd soul. I couldn't leave the yard, and I had to fight demons."
Rudolph burps, and then excuses himself
Rudolph:"I hate burping in public..."
*Throws pie*
Checks for empty or near empty bottles on the shelves behind the bar, replacing the odd one or two that were depleted...
I don't care, I will find them here. After all, this is The Bar on the corner of every region.
Wait *screws up eyes and looks to the sign*
Oh it is
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