Sigh when will be pass through the dragons gate and turn into a dragon shark sigh that disappointment
Heaven's will is on the pill. Smirking squirrels have sacked my nuts. Just freaking stop pissing off trees. Be enlightened by my haiku.
The day after pill? You’re right cos if heaven’s will is not on your side then welcome to parenthood~
Not degenerate enough. The standard way of Heaven is bending one over. By reversing fate Heaven's domineering yang is genderbent to yin. Whereupon one might attempt to seize fortune and impregnate the Heaven only to find out that the promised fortune may never emerge for it was blocked by the pill. Therefore traps are the greatest gift to mankind. It barely makes sense so it must be true.
Ehh. Seems like I'm at my limit. Can't get it up for a conversation. See ya and hope you're having fun.
Perhaps. Or, ooor, ooooor I'm actually a cake. Which makes your moral slander meaningless, as cakes have no soul. You on the other hand... Do you have what it takes to eat a sentient cake? Unlike my lesser kin I can scream. Really, really loud. Ha!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0DvnOYZnlns&itct=CBAQpDAYBiITCMa_0sSnvNoCFQnrVQodDl0PFjIGcmVsbWZ1SKbovLXO69LXTw%3D%3D
Did you just imply that my idea of a "jolly good singsonging music track" lacks the vast amounts of ascended enlightenment inherent in a "jolly good singsoning music track"?
It's fan art of the Mythos. If I remember right. But definitely not Japan. There's not enough suspiciously phallic appendages for that.
Leaving your eggs in one basket leads to internal conflict. Once the chickens hatch they play a mean game of monopoly to divide their land.
Which is a basket with barely enough resources for a single chicken. The winner must them choose between starving with the rest or kicking out it's bretheren and hope they manage to survive. It is a sad life for chicken, as they are faced with moral dilemas on a daily basis.
Whoever bought me the roasted bird, come over here and face me if you dare, I, your granddaddy will show you the world beyond the well./`-_/
Where is the next episode of your last story, bear in a barrel? The narration was short and enjoyable
The bear shakes and shivers in eldritch patterns. The barrel sprouts wings, three pairs of jagged spider legs and a blue hat. The bear is retracted into itself as the barrel no longer has a need for bait. The barrel flies through the sunset and shredds apart an unfortunate canvas in the process. The screams accompanied the barrel as it emerges on the other side. The barrel is horrified by it's find.
There is not a single "The" here. How will it feed it's hat without them? Already it could feel a smoldering rage of a pissed off hat.