April 2nd, 2008


Notes from Monday night's gaming

They number their Jameses.

Ryan head-butted the dog.

"Are you rolling my dice in a Jack-in-the-Box container?!? I REFUSE!!" -- Greg, to Bubba, who was indeed rolling the dice into a Jack-in-the-Box mozzarella sticks box.

"Are you BITING my boyfriend?" Bubba to Bridget's player. (She was. She kept doing it.)

Greg stuck a plastic spoon to my arm.

"How do you come from work and not have your dice? It's 'bring your dice to work' day!" -- Greg
"We don't celebrate that." -- James2

"I am without a muppet."

Conversation about the dog:
"What's he eating?"
"Ass is not yummy."

"I am the horizontal genie." -- Greg, who was "sitting" cross-legged on the floor ... on his back. James2 made commentary about smoke coming out his ass.

"I'm a lemming! Portable!"

"I don't even have a dreamy loving side. I think I ate it one morning." -- Greg

I wrote a note on my notepad to Bridget's player: It's so lonely being female. There was agreement.
running, bomb tech

Daily randomness of Miss Lunatic

  • 07:51 @tangowildheart w00t!!!!! #
  • 17:03 I'm far too amused by the fact that I am not the one on the receiving end of the skeevy sexual propositions. #
  • 17:17 Irrationally upset by someone planning to do something they have every right to do. Just wish it did not feel like chopping off brainbits. #
  • 18:42 I use my efw support userpic for actual support-related situations out of efw. Though it is not my _support userpic. #
  • 19:51 @tangowildheart I was asleep! #
  • 20:03 "Potatoes don't wear dresses." Myrrhianna, on how carrying a sleeping hColleen is different than carrying a sack of potatoes. #
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