Originally posted by Raven69I was striding across a desolate moor chasing after a rouge troll named crawly who had been terrorizing the local feline population.
Do go on...
He was easy to follow because of the stench of cat food on his breath and the extremely deep tracks he was leaving. I figured he was a pretty hefty troll.
And then I tripped over a Phlobbitt named Phyl who was writhing around in the thick grass clutching a ring he had gotten from some guy named Rust and muttering the same words over and over again, "my precious, my precious."
Then a little mouse named Timmy came up to me and started complaining that I was chasing this troll, because without the troll he might already have become Cat Food.
Distracted, I didn't notice Crawly turn on me and throw a cream pie. I ducked and the pie hit Phyl in the face and then Phyl threw one that hit Crawly.
Very strange stuff.
Originally posted by Red NightWow, your dreams are weirder than mine...
I was striding across a desolate moor chasing after a rouge troll named crawly who had been terrorizing the local feline population.
He was easy to follow because of the stench of cat food on his breath and the extremely deep tracks he was leaving. I figured he was a pretty hefty troll.
And then I tripped over a Phlobbitt named Phyl who was writhin ...[text shortened]... he pie hit Phyl in the face and then Phyl threw one that hit Crawly.
Very strange stuff.
Originally posted by Red NightDo all of your dreams involve a group of guys and a cream pie?
I was striding across a desolate moor chasing after a rouge troll named crawly who had been terrorizing the local feline population.
He was easy to follow because of the stench of cat food on his breath and the extremely deep tracks he was leaving. I figured he was a pretty hefty troll.
And then I tripped over a Phlobbitt named Phyl who was writhin ...[text shortened]... he pie hit Phyl in the face and then Phyl threw one that hit Crawly.
Very strange stuff.
Just curious.
Originally posted by Red NightStick to financial reports and the stock market - your story telling even put my hand to sleep as I was scrolling down the page...
I was striding across a desolate moor chasing after a rouge troll named crawly who had been terrorizing the local feline population.
He was easy to follow because of the stench of cat food on his breath and the extremely deep tracks he was leaving. I figured he was a pretty hefty troll.
And then I tripped over a Phlobbitt named Phyl who was writhin ...[text shortened]... he pie hit Phyl in the face and then Phyl threw one that hit Crawly.
Very strange stuff.