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An itchy rash? I should think not! Elderflower tea is sweet and floral, but if you don't have it then a hot acid tea sounds fascinating.
sike I’m back once again
YOU CAN NEVER GET RID OF ME >:(
What if you're just sleeping? And we can't tell what dead looks like?
How many people are alive in there? No one gets out, so either way we're fine.
This is not moral
My latest beverage invention:
The French Canadian.
Gin, champagne, lemon juice, and sugar. Plus a copious amount of maple syrup.
*Has a syrup-spasm*
10th anti-catgirl division, Miss Chief, and Plant monster in a pot
Polishes a glass.
[[Drinks from one of the Many Many open Alchoholic drinks and flops over buzzed Like the Dirtiness of the Bathroom after taco Tuesday.]]
Alta Sil, Miss Chief, and Plant monster in a pot
Places the drunken bird in a nest/basket of paper towels.
Consuela de la Morrela, Alta Sil, Thick-Billed Longspur, and Plant monster in a pot
My robe starts moving, then the grey head of a cat pops out. The cat slinks out and leaps onto my shoulder. Ah, Mog, there you are. He'll have a plate of unidentifiable sea food.
Thick-Billed Longspur and Plant monster in a pot
eats a brain
Oh, joy. Just like that itchy rash The Georgeian Empire claims not to have.
Here you go, one cup of tea that ate through three spoons and two cups, until we tried this lead-lined one. Drink up!
And a plate of Cheffy's famous Tuna & Sardine Surprise Casserole for your feline friend.
buries brain
takes a nap and wears a "do not disturb me whatever you do. I will like lose all my zombie leaves" sign
Is that the fried chicken for Table 4? I wonder which dipping sauce goes best with Thick-Billed Longspur?
szechuan sauce
*The dog digs up the brain then runs off with it's prize*
Brocklandia and Plant monster in a pot
I swear the people here knew from the get go this place is about comedy, and they're doing it
Night and day
We need a comedy contest too
Nah, it's gotta be aioli.
Consuela de la Morrela and Plant monster in a pot
I want to be turned into aioli... like a living thing of aioli. Like I can just regenerate the aioli
That would be cool, and probably messy
Hermey rides in on Rudolph's back. They ask to order one sugar free martini in a bowl, and one super sugary (and milky) vodka
They pay in candy canes and lolipops, and Hermey sees you haven't been brushing well
"I want... salad, too, please. Just make something up. I'll like whatever it is"
-Hermey
Rudolph asks for the same thing
Tennessee Whisky BBQ sauce...
https://youtu.be/4zAThXFOy2c
Mog jumps on the bar and sniffs the plate before digging in. I tap the orb at the top of my staff and a pale blue shimmer appears on my lips. Satisfied that the ward has worked, I take a sip
Let it be known that this edition of the Weekend Poetry Contest marks the 283rd Week of this most venerable and ancient institution of our dear region.
Brocklandia, Zombie Penguins, Zany Zanes, Alta Sil, and 2 othersThick-Billed Longspur, and Plant monster in a pot
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