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I was only checking that I still had the email for this account
and this is what greets me
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jack-off the green
I was only checking that I still had the email for this account
and this is what greets me
That was a bit rude
“…You might get a less begrudging answer if it’s not on the topic of that no-good, bug-eyed, dust-for-brains NIT!”
[oh, can up, you old drama queen.] tightening the bundle of crossed arms, Dan glared down at the gargoyle-turned-condescending-pencil-monster. at least his admittedly violent attack of Jack’s foliage gave him something to do – without the damage, what would the old daw occupy himself with? getting too friendly with the wall orifices? [need i remind thou who’s property we stand upon, Green?] as if to make a point, the skeleton gestured quite wildly to the remains of his gateway sign.
He best not have mumbled what I just think he mumbled. Smarmy git. Firstly, dead men 'tell no tales' (and don’t own bugger all. They’re dead.). Second, even if Dan did own the plot it would have nowt to do with the gravestones, one of which the serpent was still coiled by.
“Memory fails me, just a second.” He mutters, seemingly ignoring the insistent pointing at that... Godawful excuse for signage, stretching over the headstone to have a gander at the name engraved on it. Took a moment, what with having to read it upside-down. “-Merediths’, apparently. That asides, I don’t really stand on anything right now. Go jump in a lake, Daniel.”
snake……… on………… meeeee………… (snake on me)
snake…… meeeee…….. OOOOOOON (SNAKE ON ME)
You must be a good age, Mr. Green. Know anything about Dans' parents?
“Well, a donkey passed through here once.
That’s pretty close, I’d wager.”
Somebody asked for this monstrosity.
...I’m going to assume that the one anon asking what happened to the submit box is trying to send me pics of Forte.
Mun, have you ever seen the second Beauty and the Beast movie
STOP RIGHT THERE DON’T SAY HIS NAME
THAT GUY SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME. THAT MOVIE MADE ME CRY REAL TEARS OF FEAR BACK IN THE DAY.
CEASE.
mean-mr-green u changed ur blog back without me this is betrayal also i cant find my usual shit im weed forever
ur like two weeks late to that party im sorry. the weed background looked better than the proper one and it made me mad ok.
u say this like its a bad thing
perpetual 420
Pile of dust… [Thou loveth me really, dear.] He hoped not, in all honesty. Folding his arms defensively, Daniel allowed a single thought to pass through his skull, ‘Never going to wax lyrical on your behind, I’ll tell thou that for nothing.’ before being offended back into reality. The graveyard may not have been his, but it’s not like his ‘flatmates’ had anything to say about it! [An apology? Bloody cheek, I’ve nothing to apologize for. ]
“What an abundance of rot.” Both in the metaphorical and literal sense. “...Nothing? Nothing!? Since when is gross vandalism ‘nothing’?” He spat, evidently still a teency, tiny bit irritated with the knights’ first venture. Few of the leafy ornaments were left unscathed. Bloody hell, even the stone chess pieces had scratches in them because some idiot decided that a sword would work better than pushing the damned things.
“Care to try wording that a little differently? Otherwise, you can do the world a favor and shove off.”
For the anon that wanted to see a coatl
[oh yeah, biatch? n’ whoz yo’ hoe, biatch? tha wall, biatch? pretty SOLID relationshizzle huh??, biatch? you make me sick ta mah ass son, git tha fuck outta mah ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.] don juan was mad as a muthafucka up in dis biatch, whoz ass tha fuck did dis muthafucka be thinkin da thug was, biatch? His voice may be muffled but his schmoooove ass can still rap like a pro [Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! i came here fo’ a phat tyme n’ you shittin on dat shit. ‘riddle masta’ mah ass. if yo ass isnt’ pluggin tha blunt chronic then i be olliein’ outta here, shit steez]
"I’m a strong, independent gargoyle dat don’t need no hoe. Y’all is just jelly as FUCK." What made dis muthafucka even be thinkin Jack wanted ta git high wit him, biatch? Dude probably has ta write "right" n' "left" on his wild lil' feet ta put his sabatons on up in tha morning. "I’m not up in yo' space biaaatch! You’re up in mah space biaaatch! I wouldn’t wanna smoke wit you if dat shiznit was tha last da sticky-icky-icky on tha hood yo. Haul ass!"
WeediEvil is the best AU. Anybody that disagrees can meet me outside and we’ll have a square go.
but why was it one of our first conversations
Which one of us even introduced weed into the conversation
Who thought that was an acceptable introduction
i can check if you want
i never deleted any of the messages
tbh whoever it was we both agreed to continue the conversation
we’re both at fault
you drew dan with a pipe and i said “pass the joint king peregrin”
OH SHIT YEAH
that drawing was bc bro saw me drawing the blunt and instead of telling me off for drawing drugs he just “What the fuck did they smoke blunts back then”
OK but do you recall anything about MediEvil: Spud Gun Edition
Yes. Still mad about that. Fuck Wodens brand give us the spud gun.
[bullshizzle] he couldn’t believe tha cheek of dis muthafucka. playas, biatch? shizzle as a muthafucka he crew wit tha fuckin wall n’ some bushes maybe, but ask his ass ta name a gangbangin’ playa n’ all he’d be likely ta say is Zarok. fo shizzle, Zarok ain’t no playa!!! [hey playa shizzle as a muthafucka we gotta have playaz before hoes but i need mah crazy ass ta tap suttin’ every last muthafuckin now n’ again n’ again n’ again don’t you feel me… shez funk anyway dat dunkadelic hoe straight-up gots some dank]
"No bullshit, dat be a gangbangin' fact!" Jack shouts back, frustrated. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time yo. Dude had nuff playaz muthafucka! They might be shaped like chess pieces but dem is still playaz all gravy. "Some mighty ‘pimp of Gallowmere’. Yo ass just ho’in round fo' like five centuries. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Git back ta me you manage ta keep a hoe fo' mo' than a thugged-out decade."
The real April fools joke is that neither of us are ever going to change our pages back.
Punk’d bitches.
[as usual you fuckin weak-ass muthafucka why dont you git some playas] da perved-out muthafucka snapped, pissed wit jack’s shiznit already. maybe dat shiznit was just his chronic yo, but tha thug definitely looked different. what tha fuck was up wit that? [i didn’t know tha pumpkin hoe had such tight da sticky-icky-icky. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! damn i shouldn’t have cheated on her ass wit tha ludd of mah game bizzatch kiya… legit though, oldschool mackdaddyy p just never passes tha joint.]
"Fuck you Don Juan I have mo' playaz than yo thugged-out ass." That much was true, surely. There can’t be nuff playas whoz ass wanna be playaz wit a thugged-out dead muthafucka. Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck tha fuck was dis ‘Kiya’ hoe though, biatch? "Kiya, biatch? What tha fuck Don Juan I thought we was a thang. Brethren before wenches! Take yo' hoe n' go toke somewhere else."