AAAAAHHHRRGGG!!! Big Arthur is after me. He been throwing his hooks at me, and he bit me. I fear terribly that he may be an emissary of the chipman. Only way out I can see is to go down. I’m tunnelling, and will build an subterranean temple. I will perform the magic to create an Mirror of the Dimerald. Thence I shall walk through it, into lands far stranger than these. Follow me my friend lice, do not forsaken me. Hope burns bright.
Rules shmules
You don’t want to add civility - that constrains. Best let people be free.
Hidden underwear is short version
Doomed. Doomed, to spend your days in the lost castle of the crashed ninononamus. I founded a passage, leading through underground jungles, to the heart of this flippant telegraphy, and on and down into the trees, where some red thing awaits, should I stay.
Into the trees.
Thanks licey, I get bored. I created this place so people can write strange stories and poems. Hopefully some will. And thanks for your welcome message too 😊
Skill rack C
Krack cills
Cheers 🙂
Hi , I think someone is word policing me.
Hi, I had two curries for tea, and then went casino, and I started farting at the table. It was OK though, cause there was a ragged looking guy sitting next to me, and everyone thought he was the creator of the whiff. But then the dam broke, and before I had time to move, I had rivers of stinking shit all in my pants and down my legs. But it was OK, cause ragged was still there. I was winning big, so was reluctant to make a move home, but in the end the silent farts had become a thing of the past, and I was exposed as the gruesome creator of foulness. I said sorry to everyone, and threw a couple chips at each, unfortunately they were partially shitstained as I had to scratch my arsemess. I picked up my chips, and ran for the door in the hope of avoiding covering the casino floor in my leakage, but the attempt, though valiant, was ultimately in vain. I’m gonna get someone to cash my chips for me, and not go back for two years. Might be OK then.
Is a question content? - sorry, I get everything else, and am grateful. I just don’t get this. Are you having a go at me for asking about the rules?
Thanks wesk old bean
Hi, I had two curries for tea, and then went casino, and I started farting at the table. It was OK though, cause there was a ragged looking guy sitting next to me, and everyone thought he was the creator of the whiff. But then the dam broke, and before I had time to move, I had rivers of stinking shit all in my pants and down my legs. But it was OK, cause ragged was still there. I was winning big, so was reluctant to make a move home, but in the end the silent farts had become a thing of the past, and I was exposed as the gruesome creator of foulness. I said sorry to everyone, and threw a couple chips at each, unfortunately they were partially shitstained as I had to scratch my arsemess. I picked up my chips, and ran for the door in the hope of avoiding covering the casino floor in my leakage, but the attempt, though valiant, was ultimately in vain. I’m gonna get someone to cash my chips for me, and not go back for two years. Might be OK then. Hope you’re well.
I’m new to this whole lemmy thing. Reddit seems to have stopped people seeing my posts. I just happened on this as I was browsing through. I’m from UK. Nice to meet you maggot fart.
He was off his nut on drugs. He’s probably a nice fella. Are you gonna kill everyone who takes drugs? They won’t wear it. There’ll be war in the streets. Not his fault if he had a bad reaction. I’m sorry for the victims people though. And god rest the souls of all concerned in this mess.
You two just enjoy arguing 🙂
Can anyone share the bear thing? I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.
Tell me about it. Assmasters