Wed Dec 07, 2016 1:42 pm
Sat Dec 17, 2016 11:50 am
Unionhack wrote:The SheoDovah wrote:Unless you mock the fedora. NO-ONE. MESSES. WITH. THE. HAT! NO-ONE!
I've got bad news about the entire internet for ya, bucko.
Tue Dec 20, 2016 3:26 am
Kerr wrote:BetaB17 wrote:MARS wrote:I only ship Spike x No-Beef Stir Fry.
That is the only ship I will permit in my Bebop life. Well, that and his hangover cure too(it's now a proper love triangle!)
Love triangle? More like move aside Haruhi/Hikaru/Kaoru, there's a new big anime OT3 in town. Hell, throw in cigarettes and make it an OT4.
Fri Dec 23, 2016 10:09 pm
You have no idea how much I adore this. Absolutely. No. IdeaPilaf The Defiler wrote:By God, I got mad the other day. I bought a burger from the little self serve kiosk at work under the premise it was a "bacon addicts burger". I get it microwaved and what do I find? Communist false roundbacon. I weep for our future.
Sat Dec 24, 2016 3:53 am
Baloth-Kul wrote:The Orc cleared a bit of space on the table in front of him. "Here's us, in Skyrim," Grelok said, placing a piece of potato down onto the table. "There are four of 'em here. Then, we have..." Grelok proceeded to place down food items to represent the rest of the provinces; Hammerfell, Blackmarsh, Elsweyr, and Valenwood were blueberries, Cyrodiil was a strawberry, High Rock was an orange, Orsinium a piece of bacon, and the Summerset Isles was Grelok's plate (still laden with food). Morrowind was portrayed by a burnt piece of bacon.
"Hammerfell, Blackmarsh, Elsweyr, and Valenwood have no Threads, so we've no good reason to visit them as of yet." Grelok, devourer of Tamriel, popped the blueberries into his mouth one by one. "Morrowind's Morag Tong territory...they're going to have agents there already, no doubt. Too risky." He gave the piece of bacon a gentle flick away from him. "...I don't like burnt bacon. ...So that leaves us with four provinces to search; Skyrim, Cyrodiil, High Rock, and the Isles. So, I say we finish up in Skyrim...Winterhold, Falkreath, and the Reach." He popped the Skyrim potato into his mouth.
"Cyrodiil, we get those Threads, east-to-west. Cut off the other scryers before they can reach them." He bit into the strawberry below the leaves, and chewed up the Imperial heartland. "We travel to Orsinium and High Rock. Heading there through Skyrim might be quicker, but we might run into Morag Tong. Either way...orange you glad you're going home, Dorian?" With a pleased grin, Grelok rolled High Rock towards Dorian, and popped Orsinium into his mouth.
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