GUARDIAN XIII COME FACE ME
I'm pretty sure I'm going to challenge Guardian XIII (aka Eric (aka... buttface)) to a battle. The only way he can escape imminent doom is if someone pays for him to come drink with me. He needs to come to my new place... and drink with me and my cat. And probably a lot of other people, whatever, who cares, but still.
Someone, make this happen.
P.S. I am not drunk.
P.S.S. Or stoned.
I ACCEPT!
The winner of this challenge will be the one who can keep their hands to themselves for the duration of the night.
We all know it will be me though. Clo's just crazy about me.
You're so lucky I already forgot what this thread was about.
But seriously, if anyone wants to see their precious Eric again, they must pay me money or something.
I don't think you'll get much of a reaction from that threat, Clograbowwowski.
If someone doesn't send Eric a check right now to get in a li'l freakin' airplane and come drink with me and play Stratego with me I swear to god I will send him an envelope filled with salt which he might think is anthax.
I'll do it I'll pay just don't hurt my children!!
Would anyone like to play Stratego, I have Stratego.
Whatever, ADAM WEST.
I want to have your babies.
I haven't been drinking either.
I guess I'll have to impregnate you with my ova-sperm-alien-hybrid jizz.
Also, I totes have been drinking and smoking.
Join my gang, Clo. We'll like, break stuff, and trout.
Break stuff... and TIT. I can't say no.
I tried to, but that little angel and demon duo appeared on my shoulder and they... I dunno. Both convinced me together.
Was it the tit that sold you? On a scale from one to tit, how good would you say my persuasive abilities were? Should I approach each possible recruitment with tit on the brain from now on?
I want in on the Cleric party
Whoa I barely remember writing any of this.
And what club am I in?!
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