Walk to a closet, find your favorite “Alice in The Wonderland” dress and put it on.
–You are now a flourescent version of Alice from “Alice in The Wonderland”–
(i think i know what the problem is = spice (as in there is nothing going on) and boredom = random thread dies)
–[B]Suddenly you hear the sea coming from the hole in the brick wall.
A tiny pirate appears from the door screaming: “WHERE BE ME LASS, ME THINK TISTIME FOR YE OLE SPANKIN”[/B]
Not the best time to look like a Lass…
It appears this pirate wants to fight you–
>Fat chance, i can see he`s like… lvl 5? Only? Psst…
Remember the pissed off cat that you licked for HP?
Or your piss-poor pocket knife?
How about i just freeze time to make it easy for ya mate?<
That hole in the wall looks like a glory hole to me. I hike up my skirt and stick my dick through the wall. Waggle my eyebrows suggestively at the pirate.
–Since the pirate is Drunk as can be he just stumbles on the cat, which begins a fight.
Now that you have frozen your dick (the ocean is quite cold) Be thankful no sharks took notice of your wiggly action.
You accidentaly stumble on the [B]rake[/B], hit your face and trigger something.
The closet [B]shoots a box [/B]at you, which is filled with [B]hundreds of VHS [/B]tapes (do you even know what that is?) --After closer examination you discover that these are Betamax. Inspecting first couple labels you read “on the couch”, “in the bedroom”, “in the kitchen” in what looks like your mother’s handwriting. You conclude that these are her fitness tapes and decide to leave it at that. Thankfully your only Betamax player is broken.
What is a grue?
– The Pirate vs. Cat battle has caused some collateral damage and you have lost 7 HP.
A green [B]spaceman suit[/B] lands on your head, and you see there are now only [B]3 chandeliers[/B]
You [B]hear explosions[/B] and a lot of screaming.
A [B]giant slug wearing a pirate hat[/B] moves into the room and [B]consumes the pirate man[/B]--The madness begins to unravel itslef? NOPE (the voice is manipulating your thoughts)
ITSLEF! He has risen!
Why do you unravel, master?
I scrummage around for the needful, then put the bag of holding in the portable hole
You hear explosions and a lot of screaming.
Thus I know it is Friday evening. And I go back to bed secure in the understanding that the imps are alive in the world.
I snore. And the sound of my snores create universes in the basis of time itself.
Come one step closer. And I will show you.
Wear suit
Pull chandeliers