I'm a Druid. A half-elf Druid. An ambidextrous half-elf Druid. An ambidextrous half-elf Druid with a hand crossbow strapped to each forearm. And a gray war horse named Warrick.
Hahahehehoho, to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and their coming to take me away HAHA!
Would you believe I'm describing my D&D character here?
Geez. I don't know why I allow myself to get railroaded into feeling guilty about not being social. So then I join things like a twenty-something D&D group with screaming, "Guitar Hero" playing seven years old in the next room until midnight.
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Hahahehehoho, to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and their coming to take me away HAHA!
Sorry...:D
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Geez. I don't know why I allow myself to get railroaded into feeling guilty about not being social. So then I join things like a twenty-something D&D group with screaming, "Guitar Hero" playing seven years old in the next room until midnight.
Kill me now.
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I want a spotty pony.
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(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v666/TBarrettS/newClydesdale.jpg)
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Mind you, I keep having to remind him about my spotted pony. Constantly. About every other round.
Yes, I adore torturing him. I plan to find a mini pretty pony to use as my figure on Saturday.
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Evil cackle of glee.
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Why didn't anyone tell me we were doing a Pirate Cove game? Ugh