drawing my watch party as lumon employees and shaking my head the whole time to let the audience know i disagree with their practices

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drawing my watch party as lumon employees and shaking my head the whole time to let the audience know i disagree with their practices
Was having a conversation with @venomousray based on the one parks and rec meme and it ended up reading like an actual conversation between fig Ford and Vivian so I used editing magic to create this
sighhhhh...... dashfording today . enjoy my edit heart emoji im tiding myself over as i wait for The Dash Vest to arrive
have this dord
Found out today that way back in 1934 a dictionary company did an oopsie and accidentally created the word “dord” and printed it into a Webster dictionary. It’s now a “ghost word” and has no meaning.
I refuse for dord to not have a meaning and to be the rejected accidental love child of the English language!
Prints de Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken (That time i got reincarnated as a slime) Episódio 11 pt. 2
SNEAK PEEK - The Adventures of Charls the Veretian Cloth Merchant Exclusive excerpt from the upcoming short story His mind whirling, Charls tried to focus on practical matters: He told Guilliame not to fret. He explained the change of wagons. He checked the stock, and was pleased to find it in meticulous order. He met the six soldiers, though he did not recognise any of those men he faintly remembered from the Prince's Guard, Jazar or Dord. But there was one happily familiar face, as a man stepped out from the last of the the wagons, unfolding himself as he emerged from a space that was meant for much smaller men. "Lamen!" said Charls. The first time Charls had met Lamen, he had been pretending to be a merchant from Patras, not very successfully. Charls had noticed the holes in Lamen's knowledge of silk right away. Now, Charls thought fondly, it was obvious why: Lamen was not a merchant. He was merely a merchant's assistant. "I see you are once again assisting—" Charls leaned in conspiratorially, "cousin Charls on his travels." "Cousin Charls wants to keep his identity hidden. I hope you understand. The Veretian Council think he's hunting at Acquitart." "I am the soul of discretion," said Charls. "Although I wonder, that is, if I might ask . . ." Across the inn courtyard, Cousin Charls's bobbing hat feather was visible as he haggled with the innsman over the cost of a wagon-train's lodging. There was one thought troubling him. "Is not the Ascension in five weeks?" said Charls. "Four weeks," said Lamen. He said it with a steady expression, standing in front of a very orange wagon. "It's lucky King Damianos is at Delpha," said Charls, uncertainly. "There's no need to worry that the Prince is away so close to the Ascension." "Yes, this would be a terrible idea otherwise," said Lamen.